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Show f $6 OEDIPUS. ^yilcander > fummon to their Mailer's aid M y Menial Servants, and all thofe w h o m change O r State, and hope of the new Monarch's Favour, Can win to take our part : Away. What now? [Ex. Alcandct. Enter Haemon. W h e n Hxmon weeps, without the help of Ghofts, 1 may foretell there is a fatal Caufe. Hxm. Is't poflible you lhould be ignorant O f what has happen'd to the defperate King: Cre. I k n o w n o m o r e , but that he was conducted Into his Cloiet, where I faw him fling His rrembling Body on rhe Royal Bed: All left him there, at his defire , alone. But fure no ill, unlcfs he dy'd with Grief, Could happen, for you bore his Sword away. Hxm. I did ,- and having lock'd the door, I flood, And through a chink I found, not only heard, But faw him, when he thought no Eye beheld him: At firft, deep Sighs heav'd from hiswofulHeart, Murmurs and Groans, that fhook the outward R o o m s, And art thou ftill alive, O wretch! he cry'd? Then groan'd again, as if his forrowful Soul Had crack'dthc firings of Life, and burft away. Cre. I weep to hear; how then fhould 1 have griev'd Had I beheld this wondrous heap of Sorrow! But , to the fatal period. Hxm. Thrice he ftruck, With all his force, his hollow groaning Breaft, And thus, with out-cries, to himfelf complain! But thou canft weep then , and thou think'ft 'tis well, Thefe bubbles of the fhalloweft emptieft Sorrow, Which V OEDIPUS. 87 Which Children vent for toys, and W o m e n rain For any trifle their fond Hearts are fet on ,• Yet thefe thou think'ft arc ample fatisfadion For bloodieft Murder; , and for burning Luft: N o , Parricide , if rhou muft weep, weep Blood $ W e e p Eyes, inftead of Tears. O , by the Gods, 'Tis greatly thought, he cry'd , and fits m y woes. Which faid , hctmil'd revengefully , and leapt Upon the floor -, thence gazing at the Skies, His Eyeballs fiery Red , and glowing Vengeance j Gods, I accufe you nor, tho* I no more Will view your Heav'n, rill with more durable GlaiTes , The mighty Souls immortal Perfpectives, 1 find your dazling Beings. Take, he cry'd, Take, Eyes, your laft, your fatal fatewel-view. W h e n with a Groan that feem'd the call of Death, With horrid force lifting his impious Hands, H e fnatch'd, he tore, from forth their bloody. Orbs, The Balls of Sight, and dafh'd 'em on the Ground. Creon. A Matter-piece of horror j new and dreadful'. Hxm. I ran to fuccour him •, but. oh 1 T o o late -, For he had pluck'd the remnant Strings away. W h a t then remains, but that I find Tirefias , W h o , with his Wifdom , may allay thofe Furies That haunt his gloomy Soul ? [Exit. Creon. Heav'n will reward Thy care-, moft honeft, fairhfull, foolifh Hamon. But fee , tAlcander enters, well attended. Enter Alcandcr , attended. I fee thou haft been diligent. <Alc. Nothing thefe For number to the Crowds that foon will follow. Be refolure, And call your utmoft Fury to revenge. 1 p ^ Creon. |