< Page:Tragedies of Euripides (Way 1898) v3.djvu
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
50
EURIPIDES.
And bitter unto those whom fate endows
With power to give their city safety's balm.
I go. Farewell! What must befall will I—
One midst a multitude—endure:—what help?895
Turns to go.
Kreon.
Abide here, ancient!
Teiresias.
Lay not hold on me.
Kreon.
Tarry: why flee?
Teiresias.
Thy fortune flies, not I.
Kreon.
Tell citizens and city safety's path.
Teiresias.
Ay, fain art thou!—but loth thou soon shalt be.
Kreon.
How?—not desire to save my fatherland?900
Teiresias.
Wouldst thou indeed hear? Art thou set thereon?
Kreon.
Yea: whereunto more earnest should I be?
Teiresias.
Then straightway shalt thou hear mine oracles.
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is licensed under Creative Commons - Attribution - Sharealike. Additional terms may apply for the media files.