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THESEUS Dry your tears; when grace is shed On the quick and on the dead By dark Powers beneficent, Over-grief they would resent. ANTIGONE Aegeus' child, to thee we pray. THESEUS What the boon, my children, say. ANTIGONE With our own eyes we fain would see Our father's tomb. THESEUS That may not be. ANTIGONE What say'st thou, King? THESEUS My children, he Charged me straitly that no moral Should approach the sacred portal, Or greet with funeral litanies The hidden tomb wherein he lies; Saying, "If thou keep'st my hest Thou shalt hold thy realm at rest." The God of Oaths this promise heard, And to Zeus I pledged my word. ANTIGONE Well, if he would have it so, We must yield. Then let us go Back to Thebes, if yet we may Heal this mortal feud and stay The self-wrought doom That drives our brothers to their tomb. THESEUS Go in peace; nor will I spare Ought of toil and zealous care, But on all your needs attend, |
