The golden fame of Athens with dark deeds;
But as ye have pledged your faith to shelter me,
Defend me and rescue, not rejecting me
Through mere abhorrence of my ruined face.
For on a holy mission am I come,
Sent with rich blessings for your neighbours here.
And when the head and sovereign oi your folk
Is present, ye shall learn the truth at full.
Till then, be gracious to me, and not perverse.
Ch. Thy meaning needs must strike our hearts with awe,
Old wanderer! so weighty are the words
That body it forth. Therefore we are content
The Lord of Athens shall decide this case.
Oed, And where is he who rules this country, sirs?
Ch. He keeps his father’s citadel. But one
Is gone to fetch him, he who brought us hither.
Oed. Think you he will consider the blind man,
And come in person here to visit him?
Ch. Be sure he will.—when he hath heard thy name.
Oed. And who will carry that?
Ch. ’Tis a long road;
But rumour from the lips of wayfarers
Flies far and wide, so that he needs must hear;
And hearing, never doubt but he will come.
So noised in every land hath been thy name,
Old sovereign,—were he sunk in drowsiness,
That sound would bring him swiftly to thy side.
Oed. Well, may he come to bless his city and me!
When hath not goodness blessed the giver of good?
Ant. O Heavens! What shall I say, what think, my father?
Oed. Daughter Antigone, what is it?
Ant. I see
A woman coming toward us, mounted well
On a fair Sicilian palfrey, and her face
With brow-defending hood of Thessaly
Is shadowed from the sun. What must I think?
Is it she or no? Can the eye so far deceive?
