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Show 94 OEDIPUS. -JT* Drive you all out from your Ambrofial Hives > T o fwarm like Bees about the field or Heav n-, This will I do unlefs you thew m c i f » M y dear, m y Murdcr'd Lord. O Lajus! La]us! Lajus ' ^x' Jocafta* Oed. Excellent Grief '.why, this is as it ihould be! N o Mourning can be fuitable to Crimes Like ours, but what Death makes, or Madnefs forms. I cou'd have wilh'd , methought, for Sight again, T o mark rhe gallantry of her Diffraction: Her blazing Eyes darting the wandrmg Stars, T'havc feen her mouohe the Hcav ns and mate the Gods ; . .ill While with her thundring Voice fhemenac d high, And every Accent twang'd with imartmg Sonow. But what's all this to thee? thou Coward yet Art living, canit not, wilt not find the Road T o the great Palace of magnificent Death ; Tho' thoufand ways lead to his thoufand doors, Which Day and Night are ftill unbarr'd tor all. \Clafhinz of Swords: Drums and Trumpets Without. Hark' 'tis die noife of clafhing Swords! the found Comes near: O , that a Battel would come o'er m c > If I but grafp a Sword > or wreft a Daager, I'll make a mine with the firft that fails. Enter Harmon, with Guards. (Tow r. Hxm. Seize him, and bear him to the Wcftcrn Pardon m e , Sacied Sir * I a m inform d That Creon has defigns upon your Life: Foraivc m e then, if to prclcrvc you from him, 1 oroer your Confinement. rwW Slaves unhand me. , I th nk fhou h»ft a Sword: 'twas the wrong fide. Yet cruel H * w » , think not I will b«ti He'th^t could tear to Eyes out, fure « n f M Or if I leave m y Brains upon , £ Wain The airy Soul can eafily o'er-ihoot Thoie bounds wirh which thou ftriv'ft to ml*, u Yes , I will pcrifli in defpight of i h « * ' * * " "* And, by the rage that flits m e , ifl meet thee In th' other World , I'll curfe thee for^th" \ffage. Hxm Tireftas afar him; and with your cLlife'l Advife him humbly, charm, if poflible Thefe Feuds within : while I without extinguifh, Or perifh in th'Attempt, the furious Creon, ' That Brand which fees our City in a flame. Tir. Heav n prolpcr your intent , and eive a period » T o all your Plagues: what old Tireftos can Shall itraighr be done. Lead , Manto, to the Tow'r. u v n .. ,, t£x/r* Tir- Manto. Hxm. Follow m c all, and help to part this Fray, Or fall together in the bloody Broil. * [&&. Enter Creon with Eurydice , Pyracmon , and his Party , giving ground to Adraftus. Creon. Hold , hold your Arms , Adraftus Prince of <Argos , Hear , and behold ; Eurydice is m y Prifoner. tAdr. What would'ft thou , Hell-hound ? Creow. See this brandifh'd Dagger : Forgoe th' advantage which thy Arms have w o n , U r , by the Blood which trembles through the Heart Of her w h o m more than Life I know thoulov'ft, 111 bury ro rhe haft , in her fair Breaft, This Inftrument of m y Revenge. <Adr. |
