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Show // 9z OED IP VS. With all its Glories glow'd for my Reception. Oed. O , in my Heart I feel the pangs of Nature- It works with kindnefs o'er: Give, give me way^ I feel a melting here , a tendernefs, Too mighty for the anger of the Gods. Direct me to thy Knees: yet oh forbear ; Left the dead Embers ihould revive,- ftand off-. Ar.d at juft diftancc let me groan my Horrors-. Here on the Earth , here blow my utmoft Gale ; Here fob my Sorrows, till I burft with fighing: Here <>afp an<i languifh out my wounded Soul. Joe! Infpight of all thofe Crimes, the cruel Gods Can charge me with, I know my Innocence,- Know yours: 'tis Fate alone that makes us wretched, For you arc ftill my Husband. Oed. Swear I am, And I'll believe thee , fleal into thy Arms, Renew endearments, think 'em no pollutions, But chafte as Spirits joys: gently I'll come, Thus weeping blind , like dewy Night upon thee, And fold thee foftly in m y Arms to flumbers. [The Ghoft of Lajus ajcends by degrees, pointing at Jocafta. Joe. Begone , m y Lord ! alas what are we doing ? Fly from my Arms! Whirl-winds, Seas, Continents* And Worlds, divide us i O thrice happy thou, W h o haft no ufe of Eyes; for here's a fight Would turn the melting Face of Mercy's felf To a wild Fury. Oed. Ha! what fceft thou there ? Joe. The Spirit of my Husband 1 O the Gods! H o w wan he looks 1 Oed Thourav'ft; thy Husband's here. ^oc. There, there he mounts, In circling fire, amongft the bluihing Clouds! And fee, he waves Jocafta from the World! Ghoft. OED IP VS. 95 Ghoft. Jocafta! Oedipus, [Vanifhwith Thunder. Oed. What would'ft thou have » Thou know'ft I cannot come to thee , detain'd In darknefs here, and kept from means of Death. 1 ve heard a Spirits force is wonderful -y At whole approach, when ftarting from hisDungcon, The Earth does fliake, and the old Ocean groans, Rocks are remov'd, and Towers arc rhundreefdown; And Walls of Erafs, and Gates of Adamant, Are paflable as Air, and fleet like Winds. Joe. Was that a Raven's Croak,or my Son's Voice? No matter which i I'll to the Grave and hide me. Earth open or I'll tear thy Bowels up. Hark ! he goes on, and blabs the deed of Inceit. Oed. Strike then, Imperial Ghoft; dafh all at once This Houfe of Clay into a thoufand pieces ; That my poor lingring Soul may take her flight To your immortal Dwellings. Joe. Hafte thec then. Or I ihall be before thee: See, thou canit not; Then 1 will tell thec that my wings are on : I'll mount, I'll fly , and with a port Divine Glide all along the gaudy Milky Soil, To find my Lajus out: ask every God In his bright Palace, if he knows my Lajus t M y Murder'd Lajus! Oed. Ha! how's this, Jocafta} Nay, if thy Brain be tick, rhen thou art happy. Joe. Ha! will you not? fhall I not find him out? Will you not fhow him ? Aremy Tearsdefpis'd? Why, then I'll thunder, yes, I will be mad, And fright you with my Cries: yes, cruel Gods, Tho' Vultures, Eagles, Dragons tear my Heart, I'll fnatch Cclcftial Flames, fire all your Dwellings, Melt down your golden Roofs, and make your Doors Of Cryftal fly from off their Diamond Hinges; ^ Drive |