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Show 6x OEDIPUS. H o w old was Lajus, what his Shape, his Stature, His Action and his Mien? quick, quick, your anfwer .. ,. (ficr«> <roc Bio- made he was , and tall: his Port was Erect his Countenance: Manly Majelly Sate in his Front , and darted from his Eyes Commanding aU he viewed : his Hair iuft gnzlcd, As in a green old Age: bate but his Years, You are his Picture? Oed.apde. Pray Vlcav n he drew me not! ami his Picture? Joe. So I have often told you. Oed. True, you have. Add that but to the reft : h o w was the King Attended when he travcll'd ? Joe. By four Servants: H e went out pr^ately. Oed. Well counted ftill: One 'fcap'd I hear; what fince became of him? Ioc. W h e n he beheld you firft , as King in Thebes, H e k'neclM, and trembling, beg'd I wou'd diimils him: , , v • .j H e had m y leave ; and n o w he lives rem d. Oed. This M a n muft be producd-, he muft, locafla. , . , Ice H e fhall - yet have I leave to ask you why ? Oed. Yes, you (hall know: for where lhould The angmth of my Soul, but in your Breaft \ I need not tell you Corinth claims m y Birth-, M y Parents Poiybus and M«W> - T w o Royal Names, their only Chid am I. It happen'd once » *twas at a Bridal Feait, O E D I p v s. t Ioc. 'Twas fomewhat odd- Oed. And ftrangcly it pcrplcxt mc. I ftolc away to Delphos, and implor'd The God, to tell m y certain Parentage. He bade m e feek no farther: 'twas m y Fate T o kill m y Father , and pollute his Bed, By marrying her w h o bore mc. he. Vain , vain Oracles! Oed. But yet they frighted m e : I lookt on Corinth as a place accurft, Refolv'd m y Defliny fhould wait in vain; And never catch m c there. Ioc. Too nice a fear. /fQOn Oed. Sulpend your thoughts and flatter not too Juit in the place you nam'd, where three ways meet And near that time, five Perfons I encounter'd • ' One was too like, ( Heav'n grant it prove not him ) W h o m you deicribc.for Lajus: mfolcnt And fierce they were, as M e n w h o liv'don Spoil, I jucig d em Robbers , and by force rcpcll'd The force they us'd : in fliort, four M e n I flew : lhc hrth upon his Knees demanding Life, M y Mercy gave it Bring m c comfort now? If I flew Lajus, what can be more wrcrched! From Thebes and you m y curfe has banifh'd m e : From Corinth Fate. Ioc. Perplex not thus your mind ; M y Husband fell by multitudes opprcft, So Phorbas faid: this Band you chane'd to meet; And murder d not m y Lajus, but reveng'd him. Oed. There s all m y hope: Let Pforbas tell m c this, And I fhall live again! - - To you good Gods , I make m y laft appeal} Or clear m y Virtues, or m y Crime reveal. If wandnng in the maze of Fate I run , Aud backward trod the Paths I fought to fhun , Impute |