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Show "^•rvrarMHrara 84 OEDIPUS. What, violate with Beilial Appetite , T h e factcd Veils that wrapt thec yet unborn, This is not to be born; hence-, off, I fay! For they w h o lett m y Vengeance, make themfclvos Accomplices in m y moft horrid Guilt. tAdr. Let it be fo j we'll fence Heav'ns fury from you , And fuffer altogether: This perhaps , W h e n ruin comes, may help to break your fall. Oed. O that, as oft I have at (Athens feen T h e Stage arife, and the big Clouds defcend So now in very deed 1 might behold T h e pond'rous Earth , and all you matble Roof Meet, like the hands of Jove, andcrufti Mankind. For all the Elements, and all the Pow'ts Celcftial, nay , Terreftnal and Infernal, Confpire the Rack of out cait Oedipus. Fall darknefs then, and cvcrlafting Night Shadow the Globe •, may the Sun never dawn' The filver M o o n be blotted from her Orb: And for an univerfal rout of Nature, Through all the in moft'Chambers of the Sky, M a y there not be a glimpfc, one Starry fpark, But Gods meet Gods, and juitlc in the dark. That jars m a y rife , and wrath Divine be hurld, Which may to Atoms ihakc the folid World. [Extunt. OEDIPUS. 8; AC.T. V. SCENE I. Enter Creon, Alcander, Pyracmon. Creon. THEBES is at length my own •, and all my wifhes, Which fure were great as Royalty e'er form'd, Fortune and m y aufpicious Stars have Crown'd. O Diadem, thou Center of Ambition, Where all its different Lines are reconcil'd, As if thou wert the burning glafs of Glory! Pyr. Might I be Counfellor, I wou'd intreat you To cool a little, Sir5 Find out Eurydice; And, with the refolution of a M a n Mark'd out for Cjreatnefs, give the fatal choic* Of Death or Marriage. (Ale. Survey curs'd Oedipus , As one w h o , tho' unfortunate, 's belov'd , Thought innocent, and therefore much lamented By all the Thebans-, you muft mark him dead: Since nothing but his Death, not Banifhment, Can give affurance to your doubtful Reign. Cre. Well have you done to fnatch m e from the Storm Of racking Tranfport, where the little Streams Of Love, Revenge , and all the under Paffions , As Waters are by fucking Whirl-pools drawn, Were quite devour'd in the vaft Gulph of Empire: Therefore Pyracmon , as you boldly urg'd , Eurydice fhall die, or be m y Bride. F 5 \AU |