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Show 3* O E D Draw from m y Heart m y Blood with more c o ^ Than e'er 1 wore thy Crown. Yet, O Jocafc By ail th* indearments of miraculous love, By all our Languifhmgs, our Fears in Pleafure, Which oft have made us wondct; here I fwcar O n thy fair Hand, upon thy Breaft I fwear I cannot call to mind from budding Childhood T o blooming Youth, a Crime by mecommitted, For which the awful Gods fhould doom my Death, Joe. 'Tis not you , m y Lord, But he w h o murder'd Lajus, frees the Land: Were you , which is impoiTible , the Man, Perhaps m y Ponyard firft fhould drink your Blood; But you are innocent as your Joca\ta, From Crimes like thofe. This made me violent T o fave your Life, which you uojufl would lofc. Nor can you comprehend with deepen: thought, The horrid Agony you cait m c in, W h e n you refolv'd to die. Oed! Is't poflible ? Joe. Alas/ why ftartycufo jhetftiff'ningGtitt, W h o faw her Children flaughtcr'd all at once, W a s dull to mine: Methinks Iftiould have made M y bofom bare againft the armed God , T o fave m y Oedipus. Oed. 1 pray, no more. Joe. You've filenc'd m c , m y Lord. Ocd. Pardon m c , dear Jocafta \ Pardon a Heart that finks with Sufferings, And can but vent it felf in Sobs and Murmurs. Yet to reftore m y Peace, I'll find him out. Yes, yes, you Gods, you (hall have ample Yfl seance O n Lam's Murderer. O , the Traytor's Name! I'll know't, I will: Art fhall be conjur'd font, And Nature all unravcll'd. OEDIPUS, 35 Joe. Sacred Sir- J^a^ Oed Ra<>e will have way, and tis but juft; 111 Tho' lodg'd m Air upon a Dragon's Wing, T h o ' Rocks fhould hide him: Nay he fhould be FromHefl, if Charms can hurry him along: His Ghoft fhall be by fage Tire[i« P o w r, mrefias , that rules all beneath the M o o n ) Confin'd to flelli, to fuffet Death once more,- And then be plung'd in his firft fires again. Enter Creon. Creon. My Lord, Tircfias attends your Pleafure. Oed. Hafle and bring him in. O , m y Jocafta , Eurydice, ^Adraftus , Creon, and all yt Thebans, now the end Of Plagues, of Madnefs, Murders, Prodigies, Draws on: This Battel of the Hcav nsand Eatth Shall by his Wifdom be redue'dto Peace. [Enter Tirefias , leaning on a Staff , led by his Daughter Manto, foUow'd by other Thebans. O thou, whofe moft afpiring Mind Knows all the Bufinefs of the Courts above, Opens the Clofets ol the Gods, and dares T o mix with Jove himfelt and Fate at Council * O Prophet anfwer m e * declare aloud The Traytor w h o confpir'd the Death of La\m Or be they more, w h o from malignant Stars Have drawn this Plague that blafts unhappy Thehetl Tir. W c muft no more than Fatccommifhons us T o tell i yet fomething, and of moment ,111 untold, If that the God would wake: I feel him now, Like a ftrong Spirit charm'd into a Tree , That leaps and moves the W o o d without a Wind: j f |