A Translation


D.W. Myatt

This Edition First Published 1994

© copyright DW Myatt 1990, 1994


The main reason for this new translation of the Oedipus Tyrannus is the desire to produce a dynamic and powerful version which is as accurate as any non-literal translation can be and which thus reflects as far as any translation can, the spirit of the original.

The original is one of the masterpieces of European literature, and indeed of European civilization - something hardly evident from other translations. Part of the beauty of Sophocles is his direct simplicity of language - and, given the resources of the English language, it is possible to suggest this in a translation without, however, descending to the level of the trite and the banal as most recent translators have done in their attempts to 'modernize' and/or make the story seem 'relevant'.

In the present translation, I have tried to combine a simplicity and directness of expression with a fidelity to the images of the original, as well as rendering as best I could the most important Greek concepts in a Hellenic rather than a modern, abstract, way. As with the original, the language I have employed (or rather, syntax) is not that of 'everyday' speech. It does, however, achieve the desired simplicity and effect, particularly when spoken.

For this present edition of the translation, I have omitted the Greek notes that formed part of the earlier edition [Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus; A Translation, Interpretation and Commentary (Thormynd Press, 1991)]. I have also amended the translation in several places, sometimes significantly.

The text used is that of R.D. Dawe - Sophocles: Trageodiæ; Tom. II (Teubner, 1979).

Oedipus Tyrannus


Oedipus, King of Thebes

Jocasta, his Consort and wife

Creon, brother of Jocasta

Tiresias, the blind prophet

A Priest, of Zeus

First Messenger

Second Messenger

A Shepherd

Chorus, of Theban Elders

Scene: Before the wealthy dwelling of Oedipus at Thebes

Oedipus Tyrannus


My children - you most recently reared from ancient Cadmus -

Why do you hasten to these seats

Wreathed in suppliant branches?

Since the citadel is filled with incense,

Chants and lamentations

I did not deem it fitting, my children, to hear

The report of some messenger - so I come here myself:

I, Oedipus the renowned, who is respected by you all.

As you, Elder, are distinguished by nature,

You should speak for these others. Is your manner

One of fear or affection? My will is to assist you

For I would be indifferent to pain

Were I not to have pity after such a supplication as this.


Oedipus, master of my land:

You see how many sit here

Before your altars - some not yet robust enough

To fly far; some heavy as I, Priest of Zeus, with age;

And these, chosen from our unmarried youth.

Enwreathed like them, our people sit in the place of markets,

20 By the twin shrines of Pallas

And by the embers of the Ismenian oracle.

Our clan, as you yourself behold, already heaves

Too much - its head bent

To the depths bloodily heaving.

Decay is in the unfruitful seeds in the soil,

Decay is in our herds of cattle - our women

Are barren or abort, and that god of fever

Swoops down to strike our clan with an odious plague,

Emptying the abode of Cadmus and giving dark Hades

An abundance of wailing and lamentation.

Not as an equal of the gods do I,

And these children who sit by your altar, behold you -

But as the prime man in our problems of life

And in our dealings and agreements with daimons(1).

You arrived at our town of Cadmus to disentangle us

From the tax we paid to that harsh Songstress -

And that with less than we knew because

Without our experience. Rather - and it is the custom

To say this - you had the support of a god

And so made our lives to prosper.

40 Thus, Oedipus - you, the most noble of all -

We all as suppliants beseech you

To find us a defence, whether it be from a god's oracle

Or whether it be learnt from some man.

For those who are practical are, by events,

Seen to give counsels which are the most effective.

Most noble among mortals - restore our clan!

But - be cautious. For now this land of yours

Names you their protector for your swiftness before -

Do not let it be recorded of your leadership

That you raised us up again only to let us thereafter fall:

So make us safe, and restore our clan.

Favourable - then - the omens, and prosperity

You brought us: be of the same kind, again!

For, in commanding a land, as you are master of this,

It is much better to be master of men than of an emptiness!

Of no value are a ship or a defensive tower

If they are empty because no men dwell within them.


You, my children, who lament - I know, for I am not without knowledge,

Of the desire which brings you here. For well do I see

60 All your sufferings - and though you suffer, it is I

And not one of you that suffers the most.

For your pain comes to each of you

By itself, with nothing else, while my psyche

Mourns for myself, for you and the clan.

You have not awakened me from a resting sleep

For indeed you should know of my many tears

And the many paths of reflection I have wandered upon and tried.

And, as I pondered, I found one cure

Which I therefore took. The son of Menoeceus,

Creon - he who is my kin by marriage - I have sent to that Pythian dwelling

Of Phoebus to learn how I

By word or deed can give deliverance to the clan.

But I have already measured the duration

And am concerned: for where is he? He is longer than expected

For his absence is, in duration, greater than is necessary.

Yet when he does arrive, it would dishonourable

For me not to act upon all that the gods makes clear.


It is fitting that you spoke thus - for observe that now

We are signalled that Creon is approaching.


80 Lord Apollo! Let our fate be such

That we are saved - and as bright as his face now is!


I conjecture it is pleasing since he arrives with his head crowned

By laurel wreaths bearing many berries.


Soon we will know, for, in distance, he can hear us now.

[Enter Creon]

Lord - son of Menoeceus - my kin by marriage:

Give to us the saying you received from the god!


It is propitious, for I call it fortunate when what is difficult to bear

Is taken from us, enabling us thus to prosper again.


But what is it? I am not given more courage

Nor more fear by your words.


Do you insist upon hearing it here,

Within reach of these others - or shall we go within?


Speak it to all. For my concern for their suffering

Is more than even that for my own psyche.


Then I shall speak to you what I heard from the god.

The command of Lord Phoebus was clear -

That defilement nourished by our soil

Must be driven away, not given nourishment until it cannot be cured.


When came this misfortune? How to be cleansed?


100 Banishment of a man - or a killing in return for the killing

To release us from the blood and thus this tempest upon our clan.


What man is thus fated to be so denounced?


My Lord, Laius was the Chief

Of this land, before you guided us.


That I have heard and know well although I never saw him.


Because he was slaughtered it is clearly ordered that you

Must punish the killing hands, whosesoever they are.


But are they in this land? Can we still find

The now faded marks of the ancient tracks of those so accused?


Still in our land, he said. What is saught

Can be caught, but will escape if not attended to.


Was Laius in his dwelling, in his fields,

Or in another land when he met his death?


He said he was journeying to a shrine:

But, having gone, he did not return.


Was there no messenger, no other with him

Who saw anything and whom we could consult and thus learn from?


No - killed: all of them. Except one who fled in fear

And so saw nothing except the one thing he did speak of seeing.


120 What? One thing may help us learn many more

And such a small beginning may bring us hope.


He announced that robbers came upon them and, there being so many,

In their strength slew them with their many hands.


How could robbers do that? Unless - unless silver

Was paid to them, from here! Otherwise, they would not have the courage!


Such was the opinion. But with Laius killed

No one arose to be his avenger since we had other troubles.


What troubles were before you that with your King fallen

You were kept from looking?


The convoluted utterances of the Sphinx made us consider what was before us

And leave unknown what was dark.


Then, as a start, I shall go back to make it visible.

It is fitting for Phoebus, and fitting also for you

For the sake of him dead, to return your concern there

And fair that I am seen as an ally

In avenging this land and the god.

Yet not in the name of remote kin

But for myself will I banish the abomination

Since that person who killed may - and soon -

140 And by his own hand, wish to avenge me.

Thus in this way by so giving aid, I also benefit myself.

Now and swiftly, my children, stand up from these steps -

Raising your suppliant branches -

And go to summon here the people of Cadmus

For I shall do all that is required. Either good fortune -

If the gods wills - will be shown to be ours, or we shall perish.

[Exit Oedipus]


Stand, children, for that favour

For which we came he has announced he will do.

May Phoebus -who delivered this oracle -

Be our Saviour and cause our suffering to cease.

[Exit Priest. Enter Chorus]


Zeus - your pleasing voice has spoken

But in what manner from gold-rich Pytho do you come

To the splendour that is Thebes?

My reason is stretched by dread as fear shakes me -

O Delian Paeon I invoke you! -

And I am in awe. For is this new

Or the continuation of that obligation

Which each season brings again?

Speak to me with your divine voice,

You born from she whom we treasure - our Hope!

You I shall name first - you the daughter of Zeus, the divine Athene!

160 And then you, her sister, who defends our lands - Artemis! -

Whose illustrious throne is the circle of our market.

And you, Phoebus with your far-reaching arrows!

You - the triad who guard us from death! Appear to me!

When misfortune moved over our clan before

You came to completely drive away that injuring fire -

So now come to us, again!

Beyond count are the injuries I bear

And all my comrades are sick;

There is no spear of thought to defend us -

The offspring of our fertile soil do not grow

While at the birth there are no cries of joy

For the women stretched by their labour:

I behold one after another rushing forth - swifter than feathered birds,

Swifter than invincible fire -

Toward the land of the twilight god!

They are beyond count and make the clan to die:

180 For her descendants lie unpitied, unmourned on the ground

Condemning others to death

As both the child-less and the mothers gather

Around the base of the altars

To labour as suppliants with their injurious laments

Although clear are the hymns to the Healer

Above those accompanying wailing voices!

In answer, you whom we hold precious - daughter of Zeus -

Send us She of strength with the beautiful eyes!

Grant that fiery Ares - he who fights not with shield of bronze

But who burns as he encircles with his battle-cry -

Turns around to swiftly run back, away from our fatherland

With a fair wind following, to that great Chamber of Amphitrite

Or to that Thracian harbour where strangers are dashed,

Since what he neglects at night

He achieves when day arrives.

Thus - you who carry fire,

Who bestows the power of lighting -

All-father Zeus: waste him beneath your thunder!

Lord Lyceus! From your gold-bound bowstring

I wish you to deal out the hardest of your arrows

So they rise before us as a defence!

And you - Artemis - who by your gleaming light

Rushes through the mountains of Lycia.

And you of the golden mitre whose name

Is that of our land - I invoke you

Ruddied Bacchus with E-U-O-I! -

With your roaming Maenads

Come near to us with your blazing pine-torch

And gleaming eyes, to be our ally

Against that god given no honour by gods!

[Enter Oedipus]


You ask and what you ask will come -

For if you in your sickness listen and accept and assist me

You shall receive the strength to lift you out of this trouble.

I here make the declaration even though I am a stranger to that report

220 And a stranger to that deed. I, myself, would not have delayed

Tracking this, even had there been no signs.

But since it was after these things I became a tax-paying citizen among you citizens,

I proclaim this now to all who are of Cadmus:

Whosoever, concerning Laius son of Labdacus,

Knows the man who killed him

I command him to declare everything to me.

But if he is afraid, he can himself remove the accusation

Against him since what awaits him

Shall not be hostile since he shall pass uninjured to another land.

But if you know of another from another region

Whose hand did it, do not be silent

For I shall reward and confer favours upon you.

But if you keep silent because he is your own kin

Or because you yourself are afraid and so reject this -

Then hear what I of necessity must do.

I forbid that man, whoever he is, to be in this land -

This land where I have power and authority:

No one is to receive him nor speak to him;

Neither is he to share in your offering thanks to the gods,

Nor in the sacrifices or in the libations before them.

Instead, everyone shall push him away - for our defilement

Is, in truth, him: as the Pythian god

By his oracle just now announced to me.

Thus in such a way do I and this god

And the man who was killed become allies -

And so this pact I make concerning he who did that deed

Whether alone or together with others in secret:

Being ignoble, may his miserable life ignobly waste away.

And I also make this pact - that should he arrive at my dwelling

And with my consent stay by my hearth, then may that disease

I desired for those ones come to me!

So I command you to accomplish this

On behalf of me, the god and this land

Now barren, lain waste and without gods.

For even had no god sent you to deal with this matter

It would not have been fitting to leave it uncleaned

For the man killed was both brave and your own lord:

You should have enquired. However, I now have the authority

And hold the command that was his,

260 And now possess his chambers and his woman - seeded by us both -

And by whom we might have children shared in common had that family

Not had its misfortune and thus there had been a birth:

But it was not to be, for fate bore down upon him.

Thus, I - as if he were my own father -

Will fight for him and will go to any place

To search for and to seize the one whose hand killed

That son of Labdacus - he of Polydorus,

Of Cadmus before that and before then of ancient Agenor.

As to those who do not do this for me, I ask the god

That the seeds they sow in the earth shall not bring forth shoots

Nor their women children, and also that it be their destiny

To be destroyed by this thing - or one that is much worse.

But as for you others, of Cadmus, to whom this is pleasing -

May the goddess, Judgement, who is on our side,

And all of the gods, be with us forever.


Bound by your oath, my Lord, I speak:

I am not the killer - nor can I point out he who did the killing.

It is he who sent us on this search -

Phoebus - who should say who did that work.


280 That would be fair. But to compel the gods

Against their will is not within the power of any man.


Shall I speak of what I consider is the second best thing to do?


Do not neglect to explain to me even what is third!


He who sees the most of what Lord Phoebus knows

Is Lord Tiresias - and it is from his watching, and clearness,

My Lord, that we might learn the most.


I have not been inactive in attending to that:

Since Creon spoke of it, I have sent two escorts -

And it is a wonder after this long why he is not here.


What can still be told of those things is blunt from age.


What is there? For I am watching for any report.


It was said that he was killed by travellers.


That I have heard - but no one sees here he who observed that.


But he will have had his share of fear

Having heard your pact - and will not have stayed here.


And he who had no fear of the deed? Would such a one fear such words?


But here is he who can identify him. For observe,

It is the prophet of the god who is led here:

He who of all mortals has the most ability to reveal things.

[Enter Tiresias, guided by a boy]


300 Tiresias - you who are learned in all things: what can be taught; what is never spoken of;

What is in the heavens and what treads on the earth -

Although you have no sight, can you see how our clan

Has given hospitality to sickness? You are our shield,

Our protector - for you, Lord, are the only remedy we have.

Phoebus - if you have not heard it from the messengers -

Sent us as answer to our sending: release from the sickness

Will come only if we are skilled enough to discover who killed Laius

And kill them or drive them away from this land as fugitives.

Therefore, do not deny to us from envy the speech of birds

Or any other way of divination which you have,

But pull yourself and this clan - and me -

Pull us away from all that is defiled by those who lie slain.

Our being depends on you. For if a man assists someone

When he has the strength to do so, then it is a noble labour.


Ah! There is harm in judging when there is no advantage

In such a judgement. This I usefully understood

But then totally lost. I should not have come here.


What is this? Are you heartless, entering here so?


Permit me to return to my dwelling. Easier then will it be

For you to carry what is yours, and I what is mine, if you are persuaded in this.


Such talk is unusual because unfriendly toward this clan

Which nourishes you: will you deprive us of oracles?


Yes - for I know that the words you say

Are not suitable. And I will not suffer because of mine.


Before the gods! Turn aside that judgement! Here, before you,

All of us are as humble suppliants!


Since all of you lack judgement, I will not speak either about myself

Or you and so tell about defects.


What? If you are aware of it but will not speak,

Do you intend to betray and so totally destroy your clan?


I will not cause pain to either you or myself. Therefore,

Why these aimless rebukes since I will not answer.


Not...? Why, you ignoble, worthless...! A rock,

By its nature, can cause anger. Speak it! -

Or will you show there is no end to your hardness?


You rebuke me for anger - but it is with you

That she dwells, although you do not see this and blame me instead.


And whose being would not have anger

340 Hearing how you dishonour our clan!


By themselves, these things will arrive - even though my silence covers them.


Then since they shall arrive, you must speak to me about them!


Beyond this, I explain nothing. But if it is your will,

Become savage with wroth in anger.


Yes indeed I will yield to the anger possessing me

Since I do understand! For I know you appear to me

To have worked together with others to produce that deed,

Although it was not your hand that did the killing. But - had you sight -

I would say that the blow was yours and yours alone!


Is that so! I declare it is to the proclamation

You announced that you must adhere to, so that from this day

You should not speak to me or these others

Since you are the unhealthy pollution in our soil!


It is disrespectful to bound forth

With such speech! Do you believe you will escape?


I have escaped. For, by my revelations, I am nourished and made strong.


Where was your instruction from? Certainly not from your craft!


From you - for against my desire I cast out those words.


What words? Say them again so I can fully understand.


Did you not hear them before? Or are your words a test?


They expressed no meaning to me. Say them again.


I said you are the killer and thus the man you seek.


You shall not escape if you injure me so again!


Shall I then say more to make your anger greater?


As much as you desire for you are mistaken in what you say.


I say that with those nearest to you are you concealed

In disrespectful intimacy, not seeing the trouble you are in.


Do you believe you can continue to speak so and remain healthy?


Yes, if revelations have power.


They do for others, but not for you! They have none for you

Because you are blind in your ears, in your purpose as well as in your eyes!


In faulting me for that you are unfortunate

Because soon there will be no one who does not find fault with you.


You are nourished by night alone! It is not for me,

Or anyone here who sees by the light, to injure you.


It is not my destiny to be defeated by you -

Apollo is sufficient for that, since it is his duty to obtain vengeance.


Were those things Creon's inventions - or yours?


It is not Creon who harms you - it is yourself.


380 Ah! Wealth, Kingship and that art of arts

Which surpasses others - these, in life, are envied:

And great is the jealousy cherished because of you.

It is because of this authority of mine - which this clan

Gave into my hands, unasked -

That the faithful Creon, a comrade from the beginning,

Desires to furtively creep about to overthrow me

And hires this performing wizard,

This cunning mendicant priest who sees only

For gain but who is blind in his art!

So now tell me: where and when have you given clear divinations?

For you did not - when that bitch was here chanting her verses -

Speak out and so give deliverance to your clansfolk.

Yet her enigma was not really for some passing man

To disclose since it required a prophet's art:

But your augury foretold nothing and neither did you learn anything

From any god! It was I who came along -

I, Oedipus, who sees nothing! - I who put and end to her

By happening to use reason rather than a knowledge of augury.

Now it is me you are trying to exile since your purpose

Is to stand beside the throne among Creon's supporters.

But I intend to make you sorry! Both of you - who worked together

To drive me out. And if I did not respect you as an Elder,

Pain would teach you a kind of judgement!


Yet I suspect that he has spoken

In anger, as I believe you did, Oedipus.

But this is not what is needed. Instead, it is the god's oracle

That will, if examined, give us the best remedy.


Though you are the King, I have at least an equality of words

In return, for I also have authority.

I do not live as your servant - but for Loxias -

Just as I am not inscribed on the roll as being under Creon's patronage.

Thus, I speak for myself - since you have found fault with me because I am blind.

When you look, you do not see the trouble you are in,

Nor where you dwell, nor who you are intimate with.

Do you know from whom your being arose? Though concealed, you are the enemy

Of your own, below and upon this land:

On both sides beaten by your mother and your father

To be driven out from this land by a swift and angry Fury -

And you who now see straight will then be in darkness.

420 What place will not be a haven for your cries?

What Cithaeron will not, and soon, resound with them

When you understand your wedding-night in that abode

Into where you fatefully and easily sailed but which is no haven from your voyage?

Nor do you understand the multitude of troubles

Which will make you equal with yourself and your children.

Thus it is, so therefore at my mouth and at Creon's

Throw your dirt! For there is no other mortal whose being

Will be so completely overwhelmed by troubles as yours.


Am I to endure hearing such things from him?

May misfortune come to you! Go from here - without delay!

Away from my dwelling! Turn and go!


I would not have come here, had you not invited me.


I did not know you would speak nonsense

Or I would have been unwilling to ask you here to my dwelling.


So you believe I was born lacking sense?

Yet I made sense to those who gave you birth.


What? Wait! Which mortals gave me birth?


It is on this day that you are born and also destroyed.


All that you have said is enigmatic or lacking in reason.


440 But are you not the best among us in working things out?


Do you find fault with what I have discovered is my strength?


It is that very fortune which has totally ruined you.


I am not concerned - if I have preserved this clan.


Then I shall depart. You - boy! Lead me away.


Let him lead you away. While here, you are under my feet

And annoy me. When gone - you will give me no more pain.


I shall go but speak that for which I was fetched, with no dread

Because of your countenance. For you cannot harm me.

I say that the man you have long searched for

And threatened and made proclamation about for the killing

Of Laius - he is present, here.

Although called a foreigner among us, he will be exposed as a native

Of Thebes but have no delight in that event.

Blind, though recently able to see -

And a beggar, who before was rich - he shall go to foreign lands

With a stick to guide him along the ground on his journey.

And he shall be exposed to his children as both their father

And their brother; to the woman who gave him birth

As both her son and husband; and to his father

460 As his killer who seeded her after him. So go

Within to reason this out and if you catch me deceiving you,

Then say that in my prophecies there is nothing for me to be proud of.

[Exit Tiresias and Oedipus]


Who is the one that the god-inspired oracle-stone at Delphi saw

With bloody hands doing that which it is forbidden to speak of?

For now is the day for him to move his feet swifter

Than storm's horses as he flees

Since the son of Zeus - armed with fire and lightning -

Is leaping toward him

Accompanied by those angry

And infallible Furies!

It was not that long ago that the omen shone forth

From the snows of Parnassus: Search everywhere for that man who is concealed;

He who wanders up to the wild-woods,

Through caves and among the rocks like some bull -

He unlucky in his desolation who by his unlucky feet

Seeks to elude that prophecy from the Temple at the centre of the world -

That living doom which circles around him.

There is a strange wonder - wrought by he who is skilled in augury;

I cannot believe, yet cannot disbelieve, nor explain my confusion

For fear hovers over me. I cannot see what is here, or what is behind!

Yet - if there was between the family of Labdacus,

And that son of Polybus, any strife existing

Either now or before, I have not learned of it

To thus use it as proof to examine by trial and thus attack

The public reputation of Oedipus, becoming thus for the family of Labdacus

Their ally in respect of that killing which has been concealed.

Rather - this is for Zeus and Apollo, who have the skill

500 To understand, although that other man has won more

For his discoveries than I.

Even so, on some things nothing decisive is discovered:

As in learning, where by learning

One man may overtake another.

Thus not before I see that they who accuse him are speaking straight

Will I declare myself for them

For she was visible - that winged girl who came down against him -

And we then saw proof of his knowledge, which was beneficial to our clan.

So therefore my decision is not to condemn him as ignoble.

[Enter Creon]


Clansmen! Having learnt of a horrible accusation

Made against me by Oedipus the King

I hastened here! If, in these our troubles,

He deems that he has suffered because of me -

Been injured by some word or some deed -

Then I would have no desire to live as long as I might

Having to bear such talk! For it is not simple -

The damage that would be done to me by such words:

Rather, it would be great, for I would be dishonoured before my clan -

With you and my kinsfolk hearing my name dishonoured.


That insult perhaps came forth because of anger -

Rather than being a conclusion from reason.


And it was declared that it was my reasoning

Which persuaded the prophet to utter false words?


It was voiced - but I do not know for what reason.


Were his eyes straight, was he thinking straight

When he made that allegation against me?


I do not know. For I do not observe what my superiors do.

But here, from out of his dwelling, comes the Chief himself.

[Enter Oedipus]


You there! Why are you here? Have you so much face

That you dare to come to my home?

You - the one exposed as the killer of its man

And, vividly, as a robber seeking my Kingship!

In the name of the gods, tell me if it was cowardice or stupidity

That you saw in me when you resolved to undertake this!

Did you reason that I would not observe your cunning treachery -

Or, if I did learn of it, I would not defend myself?

540 Instead, it was senseless of you to set your hand to this -

With no crowd or comrades - and go in pursuit of authority:

That which is captured by using wealth and the crowd!


You know what you must do - in answer to your words

Be as long in hearing my reply so that you can, with knowledge, judge for yourself.


Your words are clever - but I would be mistaken to learn from you,

Since I have found how dangerous and hostile you are to me.


That is the first thing you should hear me speak about.


Do not tell me: it is that you are not a traitor!


If you believe that what is valuable is pride, by itself,

Without a purpose, then your judgement is not right.


And if you believe you can betray a kinsman

And escape without punishment, then your judgement is no good.


I agree that such a thing is correct -

So inform me what injury you say I have inflicted.


Did you convince me or did you not convince me that I should

Send a man to bring here that respected prophet?


I am the same person now as the one who gave that advice.


How long is the duration since Laius -


Since he did what? I do not understand.


560 Since he disappeared: removed by deadly force?


The measurement of that duration is great - far into the past.


So - was that prophet then at his art?


Yes: of equal skill and having the same respect as now.


At that period did he make mention of me?


Certainly not to me nor when I was standing nearby.


Was there no inquiry held about the killing?


It was indeed undertaken, although nothing was learned.


So why did that clever person not speak, then?


I do not know. And about things I cannot judge for myself, I prefer to be silent.


570 But you do know why and would say it if you had good judgement!


What? If I did know, then I would not deny it.


It is that if he had not met with you,

He would not have spoken about "my" killing of Laius.


You should know if he indeed said that.

Now, however, it is fair that I question you just as you have me.


Question me well - for you will never convict me as the killer!


Nevertheless. You had my sister - took her as wife?


That is an assertion that cannot be denied.


Does she, in this land, possess an authority the equal of yours?


Whatsoever is her wish, she obtains from me.


And am I - who completes the triad - not the equal of you both?


And it because of that, that you are exposed as a traitor to your kin!


No! For consider these reasons for yourself, as I have,

Examining this first: do you believe anyone

Would prefer authority with all its problems

To untroubled calm if they retained the same superiority?

I myself do not nurture such a desire

To be King rather than do the deeds of a King:

No one commanding good judgement would, whoever they were.

Now, and from you, I receive everything with no problems

But if the authority was mine, I would have to do many things against my nature.

How then could being a King bring me more pleasure

Than the trouble-free authority and power I have?

I am not yet so much deceived

As to want honours other than those which profit me.

Now, I greet everyone, and now, everyone bids me well

Just as, now, those who want something from you call upon me

Since only in that way can they possibly have success.

Why, then, would I let go of these to accept that?

600 A traitor cannot, because of his way of thinking, have good judgement.

I am not a lover of those whose nature is to reason so

And would not endure them if they did act.

As proof of this, first go yourself to Pytho

To inquire whether the message I brought from the oracle there was true

And if you detect that I and that interpreter of signs

Plotted together, then kill me - not because of a single vote,

But because of two, for you will receive mine as well as yours.

I should not be accused because of unclear reasoning and that alone.

It is not fair when the ignoble, rashly,

Are esteemed as worthy or the worthy as ignoble.

I say that to cast away an honourable friend is to do the same

To that which is with life and which you cherish the most.

It takes a while for an intuition to be made steady

For it is only after a while that a man shows if he is fair

Although an ignoble one is known as such in a day.


Honourable words from someone cautious of falling,

My Lord. Those swift in their judgement are unsteady.


But when there is a plot against me which is swiftly and furtively

Moving forward, then I must be swift in opposing that plot

Since if I remain at rest, then indeed

What is about to be done, will be - because of my mistake.


Then you still desire to cast me from this land?


Not so! It is your death, not your exile, that I want!


When you explain to me what is the nature of this thing "envy" -


You speak without yielding and not in good faith!


Is it not your 'good judgement' that is keenly being observed?


But at least it is mine!


And for that very reason it is but the equal of mine.


But you have a treacherous nature!


But if nothing has been proved -


Even so, there must be authority.


Not when that authority is defective.


My clan! My clan!


A portion of the clan is for me - not wholly for you!


My Lords, stop this! It is fortunate perhaps that I observe

Jocasta approaching from her dwelling, since it is fitting for her

To make right the quarrel which now excites you.

[Enter Jocasta]


You wretches! Why this ill-advised strife

Produced by your tongues? Are you not dishonoured - when this land

Is suffering - by becoming moved by personal troubles?

You should go within; while you, Creon, should go to your dwelling

So as not to let what is only nothing become a great sorrow.


My kin by blood! It is horrible what your husband Oedipus,

640 From two unfair things, has decided it is right to do!

To push me from this land of my ancestors - or to seize and kill me!


Yes! For he was, my lady, caught trying to injure

My person by a cowardly art.

CREON [looking upward]

Deny me, this day, your assistance - curse and destroy me

If I committed that which I am accused of doing!


Before the god, trust him, Oedipus!

Chiefly because of this oath to the god

And then because of me and these others here beside you.


My Lord - be persuaded, having agreed to reflect on this.


To what do you wish me to yield?


Respect he who before has never been weak - he now strengthened by that oath.


Do you know what it is that you so desire?


I do know.


Then explain what you believe it to be.


When a comrade is under oath, you should never accuse him

Because of unproved rumours and brand him as being without honour.


Then attend to this well. When you seek this, it is my

Destruction that is saught - or exile from this land.


660 No! By the god who is Chief of all the gods -

Helios! Bereft of gods, bereft of kin - may the extremist death

Of all be mine if such a judgement was ever mine!

But ill-fated would be my breath of life - which the decay in this soil

Already wears down - if to those troubles of old

There was joined this trouble between you and him.


Then allow him to go - although it requires my certain death

Or that I, without honour and by force, am thrown out from this land.

And it is because of you, not because of him - the mercy coming from your mouth -

That I do this. As for him - wherever he goes - I will detest him!


It is clear that you are hostile as you yield - and so dangerous, even though

Your anger has gone. For natures such as yours

Are deservedly painful to whose who endure them.


Then go away and leave me.


I shall depart. To you, I remain unknown - but to these, here, I am the same.

[Exit Creon]


My Lady - why do you delay in returning with him into your dwelling?


680 Because I wish to learn what has happened.


Suspicion arising from unreasonable talk - and a wounding that was unfair.


From both of them?




What was the talk?


Too much for me, too much for this land, wearied before this.

Since it appears to have ceased, here - let it remain so.


Observe where you have come to with your prowess in reason

By me giving way and blunting my passion!


My Lord, I will not say this only this once:

My judgement would be defective - and by my purposeless judgements

Would be shown to be so - if I deserted you,

You who when this land I love was afflicted

And despairing, set her straight.

Now be for us our lucky escort, again!


My Lord - before the god explain to me

What act roused such wroth and made you hold onto it.


700 It will be told. For I respect you, my lady, more than them.

It was Creon - the plot he had against me.


Then speak about it - if you can clearly affix blame for the quarrel.


He declared that it was me who had killed Laius.


Did he see it, for himself - or learn of it from someone?


It was rather that he let that treacherous prophet bring it -

So as to make his own mouth entirely exempt.


Therefore, and this day, acquit yourself of what was spoken about

And listen to me, for you will learn for yourself

That no mortal is given the skill to make prophecies.

I bring to light evidence for this:

An oracle came to Laius once - not I say

From Phoebus himself but from a servant -

That his own death was destined to come from a child

Which he and I would produce.

But - as it was reported - one day foreign robbers

Slew him where three cart-tracks meet.

As to the child - his growth had not extended to the third day

When we yoked the joints of its feet

And threw it - by another's hand - upon a desolate mountain.

So, in those days, Apollo did not bring about, for him,

That he slay the father who begot him - nor, for Laius,

That horror which he feared - being killed by his son.

Such were the limits set by those words of revelation!

Therefore, do not concern yourself with them: for what a god

Wants others to find out, he will by himself unmistakably reveal.


As I heard you just now my lady,

My judgement became muddled as the breath of life left me.


What has so divided you that you turn away to speak?


I believed I heard this from you - that Laius

730 Was killed near where three cart-tracks meet.


It was, indeed, voiced - and is so, still.


Where is the place where came his misfortune?


The nearby land of Phocis - where the track splits

To come from Delphi and from Daulia.


How many seasons have passed since that thing was done?


It was just before you held this land's authority

That it was revealed by a herald to the clan.


O Zeus! What was your purpose in doing this to me?


What is it that burdens your heart, Oedipus?


740 Do not enquire yet; rather, explain to me the appearance Laius had:

Was he at the height of his vigour?


He was big - his head covered in hair but having a recent whiteness.

His build was not far removed from your own.


Wretch that I am! For it seems that over myself

I, without looking, threw that terrible curse!


What are you saying? My Lord - I tremble as I look at you.


My courage is replaced by fear - that the prophet possesses sight!

More can be explained - if you make known one more thing.


Though I still tremble, if I have knowledge of what you ask, I shall speak it.


750 Did he have a slender one - or did he have many men

As escort as befits a warrior chieftain?


Altogether there were five, one of those being an official -

And one carriage, which conveyed Laius.


Now it becomes visible. But who was he,

My lady, who gave you that report?


A servant - the very person who alone returned, having escaped harm.


Then perhaps he is to be found, at this moment, within our dwelling?


Definitely not. For as soon as he returned here again and saw you

Were the master of what the dead Laius had held,

760 He beseeched me - his hand touching mine -

To send him away to the wilds as a shepherd to a herd,

Far away where he could not see the town.

And so I sent him. For I deemed him worthy,

As a slave, to have a greater reward than that favour.


Then swiftly - and with no delay - can he be returned here?


He is around. But why do you desire it?


I fear, my lady, that far too much has already

Been said by me. Yet it is my wish to see him.


Then he shall be here. But it merits me to learn,

My Lord, what burden within you is so difficult to bear.


I shall not deprive you of that - for what I fear

Comes closer. Who is more important to me than you

To whom I would speak when going through such an event as this?

Polybus the Corinthian was my father -

And the Dorian, Meropè, my mother. I was, in merit,

Greater than the clansfolk there - until I was, by chance,

Attacked. This, for me, was worthy of my wonder

Although unworthy of my zeal:

At a feast a man overfull with wine

780 Mumbled into his chalice what I was falsely said to be my father's.

I was annoyed by this during that day - scarcely able

To hold myself back. On the one following that, I saught to question

My mother and father, and they were indignant

At he who had let loose those words at me.

Because of this, I was glad, although I came to itch from them

For much did they slither about.

So, unobserved by my mother and father, I travelled

To Pytho. But for that which I had come, Phoebus there

Did not honour me; instead - suffering and strangeness

And misery were what his words foresaw:

That I must copulate with my mother - and show,

For mortals to behold, a family who would not endure -

And also be the killer of the father who planted me.

I, after hearing this - and regarding Corinth -

Thereafter by the stars measured the ground

I fled upon so that I would never have to face -

Because of that inauspicious prophecy - the disgrace of its fulfilment.

And while so travelling I arrived in those regions

Where you spoke of the King himself being killed.

800 For you, my lady, I shall declare what has not been spoken of before.

While journeying, I came near to that three-fold track,

And at that place an official and a carriage

With young horse with a man mounted in it - such as you spoke of -

Came toward me. And he who was in front as well as the Elder himself

Were for driving me vigorously from the path.

But the one who had pushed me aside - the carriage driver -

I hit in anger: and the Elder, observing this

From his chariot, watched for me to go past and then on the middle

Of my head struck me with his forked goad.

He was certainly repaid with more! By a quick blow

From the staff in this, my hand, he fell back

From the middle of the carriage and rolled straight out!

And then I destroyed all the others. Yet if to that stranger

And Laius there belongs a common relation

Then who exists who is now as unfortunate as this man, here?

Who of our race of mortals would have a daimon more hostile -

He to whom it is not permitted for a stranger nor a clansman

To receive into their homes, nor even speak to -

But who, instead, must be pushed aside? And it is such things as these -

These curses! - that I have brought upon myself.

The wife of he who is dead has been stained by these hands

Which killed him. Was I born ignoble?

Am I not wholly unclean? For I must be exiled

And in my exile never see my family

Nor step into my own fatherland - or by marriage

I will be yoked to my mother and slay my father

Polybus, he who produced and nourished me.

And would not someone who decided a savage daimon

Did these things to me be speaking correctly?

You awesome, powerful, gods -

May I never see that day! May I go away

From mortals, unobserved, before I see

The stain of that misfortune come to me.


I also, my Lord, would wish to draw away from such things.

But surely until you learn from he who was there, you can have expectations?


Indeed. There is for me just such an expectation,

And one alone - to wait for that herdsman.


And when he does appear, what is your intent?


I will explain it to you. If his report is found to be

840 The same as yours, then I shall escape that suffering.


Did you then hear something odd in my report?


You said he spoke of men - of robbers - being the ones

Who did the killing. If, therefore, he still

Speaks of there being many of them, then I am not the killer

For one cannot be the same as the many of that kind.

But if he says a solitary armed traveller, then it is clear,

And points to me as the person who did that work.


You should know that it was announced in that way.

He cannot go back and cast them away

For they were heard, here, by the clan - not just by me.

Yet even if he turns away from his former report,

Never, my Lord, can the death of Laius

Be revealed as a straight fit - for it was Loxias

Who disclosed he would be killed by the hand of my child.

But he - the unlucky one - could not have slain him

For he was himself destroyed before that.

Since then I have not by divination looked into

What is on either side of what is next.


I find that pleasing. However, that hired hand

Should be summoned here by sending someone - it should not be neglected.


I will send someone, and swiftly. But let us go into our dwelling.

I would not do anything that would be disagreeable to you.

[Exit Oedipus and Jocasta]


May the goddess of destiny be with me

So that I bear an entirely honourable attitude

In what I say and in what I do -

As set forth above us in those customs born and

Given their being in the brightness of the heavens

And fathered only by Olympus.

For they were not brought forth by mortals,

Whose nature is to die. Not for them the lethargy

Of laying down to sleep

Since the god within them is strong, and never grows old.

Insolence plants the tyrant:

There is insolence if by a great foolishness

There is a useless over-filling which goes beyond

The proper limits -

It is an ascending to the steepest and utmost heights

And then that hurtling toward that Destiny

Where the useful foot has no use.

880 Yet since it is good for a clan to have combat,

I ask the god never to deliver us from it:

As may I never cease from having the god for my champion.

If someone goes forth and by his speaking

Or the deeds of his hands looks down upon others

With no fear of the goddess Judgement and not in awe

Of daimons appearing,

Then may he be seized by a destructive Fate

Because of his unlucky weakness.

If he does not gain what he gains fairly,

Does not keep himself from being disrespectful,

And in his foolishness holds onto what should not be touched,

Then how will such a man thereafter keep away those arrows of anger

Which will take revenge on his breath of life?

For if such actions are those are esteemed,

Is this my respectful choral-dance required?

No more would I go in awe to that never to be touched sacred-stone,

Nor to that Temple at Abae,

Nor Olympia - if those prophecies do not fit

In such a way that all mortals can point it out.

But you whom it is right to call my master -

Zeus! - you who rule over everyone: do not forget this,

You whose authority is, forever, immortal.

For they begin to decay - those prophecies of Laius

Given long ago, and are even now set aside

And nowhere does Apollo become manifest because esteemed:

For the rituals of the gods are being lost.

[Enter Jocasta]


Lords of this land - the belief has been given to me

That I should go to the Temples of our guardian gods, my hands

Holding a garland and an offering of incense.

For Oedipus lets his breath of life be too much possessed by his heart

Because of all his afflictions - since, unlike a man who reasons

And determines the limits of what is strange by the past,

He is fearful when someone, in speaking, speaks of such things.

Therefore, since none of my counsels have achieved anything,

I come here - to you, Lycean Apollo, since you are close to us -

920 To petition you by asking you with these my gifts

That we are cleansed of defilement by you bringing us deliverance.

For now all of us are afraid as we behold

That he who is guiding our vessel is wounded.

[Enter Messenger]


Is it from you, stranger, that I might learn where

Is the dwelling of King Oedipus:

Or, more particularly, if you have knowledge of where he himself is?


Here are his chambers, stranger, and he himself is within.

But here is his wife and mother of his children.


May she always prosper in her prospering descent

Since by them her marriage is complete.


And may you, also, stranger, because of your worthy eloquence.

But explain to me what you seek in arriving here

Or what it is that you wish to make known.


What is profitable, my lady, for both your family and your husband.


What is it? And who sent you here, to us?


I am from Corinth. And when, presently, I have said my speech,

There will be joy - of that I have no doubt - but also an equal sorrowing.


How can that be? What has a double strength that it could cause that?


He, as their King: for they who inhabit the land

940 Of Isthmia would make him so - so they have said.


How is that? For is not Polybus, the Elder, their Master?


Not now - because death holds him in a tomb.


What are you saying? That the father of Oedipus - has died?


Is my report is not correct, then I merit death.


Swiftly - my handmaiden - go to your master

To tell him this. You prophecies from the gods! -

Where is your reality? This was the man whom Oedipus long ago from fear

Avoided lest he kill him. And now it is because

Of his own destiny that he died rather than through that of another.

[Enter Oedipus]


My Lady, Jocasta:

Why did you summon me here from my chamber?


Hear this man and, as you listen, watch to where

It is that those solemn prophecies of the gods lead.


What report has he - wherever he is from - for me?


He is from Corinth with the message that your father

Polybus is no more - he is dead.


Then announce it, stranger - leading it out yourself, old one.


If that is what I must relate first and clearly

Then know well that his death has come upon him.


960 Was it by treachery - or by dealing with sickness?


A small turn downwards, and the ageing body lies in sleep.


Am I to assume that he unfortunately perished from a sickness?


Indeed - for he had been allocated a great many seasons.


Ah! Then why, my lady, look toward

The altar of some Pythian prophet, or above to those

Screeching birds - whose guidance was that I would

Assuredly kill my father? But he is dead

And hidden within the earth, while I am here

Without having to clean my spear. Unless - it was a longing for me

Which destroyed him, and thus he is dead because of me.

But then - that divine prophecy has been, by that circumstance, taken away

By Polybus lying in Hades, and thus has no importance.


Did I not declare such things to you, just now?


Such was said - but I turned away because of my fear of them.


Do not anymore wound your heart by such things.


But how can I not distance myself from that intercourse with my mother?


What is there for mortals to fear, for it is chance

Which rules over them, and who can clearly foresee what does not exist?

It is most excellent to live without a plan - according to one's ability.

980 You should not fear being married to your mother:

For many are the mortals who have - in dreams also(2) -

Lain with their mothers, and he to whom such things as these

Are as nothing, provides himself with a much easier life.


All that you expressed is fine, except for this:

She who gave me birth is alive, and since she is now still living,

It is necessary that I - despite your fine words - distance myself from her.


Yet the death of your father is a great revelation for you.


Yes - a great one. But I fear she who is living.


Who is this woman that you so fear?


990 Meropè, old one: she who belonged with Polybus.


And what, concerning her, could produce fear in you?


A strange god-inspired prophecy.


Is it forbidden for someone else to know - or can it be told?


Certainly. Once, Loxias said to me

That I must copulate with my own mother

And by my own hands take my father's blood.

Therefore, and long ago, I left Corinth

And have kept far away from there. And good fortune has been mine,

Although it is very pleasing to behold the eye's of one's parents.


Was that what distanced you from your clan?


Yes, old one: I did not want to slaughter my father.


Then why, my Lord, have I not released you from that fear -

Since I came here as a favour to you?


Certainly you would merit receiving a reward from me.


And that was chiefly why I came here -

That on your arrival home I would obtain something useful.


But I will not rejoin those who planted me.


My son! It is clearly evident you cannot see what you are doing -


Why, old one? Before the gods, enlighten me!


1010 - If it was because of that, that you avoided returning to your home.


Yes, out of respect for Phoebus so that what he explained could not be fulfilled.


A defilement brought to you by they who planted you?


That, Elder, is the thing I have always feared.


Then you should know that there is nothing to make you tremble.


Nothing? Why - if I was the child born to them?


Because you and Polybus are not kin by blood.


Are you saying that Polybus did not sire me?


The same as but no more than this man, here!


How can he who sired me be the same as he who did not?


1020 Because he did not beget you - as I did not.


But then why did he name me as his son?


Know that you were accepted from my hands as a gift.


And he strongly loved what came from the hand of another?


He was persuaded because before then he was without children.


When I was given to him - had you purchased or begotten me?


You were found in a forest valley on Cithaeron.


And why were you travelling in that region?


I was there to oversee the mountain sheep.


A shepherd - who wandered in search of work?


Yes - and that season the one who, my son, was your saviour.


What ailment possessed me when you took me into your hands?


The joints of your feet are evidence of it.


What makes you speak of that old defect?


I undid what held and pierced your ankles.


A strange disgrace - to carry such a token with me.


Such was the fortune that named you who you are.


Before the gods, tell me whether that thing was done by my father or my mother.


I do not know - he who gave you to me would be the best judge of that.


What? From someone else? Then it was not by chance you found me?


1040 No - another shepherd gave you to me.


Who was it? Can you point him out? Tell whom you saw?


He was perhaps named among those of Laius.


He who once and long ago was King of this land?


Yes - that man was his shepherd.


Is he then still living? Is it possible for me to see him?


You who are of this region would know that best.


Is there among you here, anyone

Whoever he might be, who knows this shepherd he speaks of

Or who has seen him either here or in the wilds?

1050 If so, declare it - for here is the opportunity to find out about these things.


I believe he is that one in the wilds

Whom you saught before to see.

But it is Jocasta - for certain - who could tell of him.


My lady - do you know if it is he who, before,

We desired to return to here? Is that the one about whom this person speaks?


The one he spoke about? Why? Do not return to it

Nor even desire to attend again to this idle talk!


It could never be that I would fail to grasp

These proofs which will shed light upon my origin.


Before the gods! If you value your own life,

Do not seek that. I have enough pain now.


Have courage - for even if my three mothers past

Were shown to be three slaves, you would not be the one exposed as low-born.


I beseech you to be persuaded by me. Do not do this.


I cannot be persuaded not to learn of this for certain.


Yet my judgement is for your good - it is said for the best.


This "for the best" pained me before and does so again.


You, the unlucky one - may you never find out who you are.


Someone go and bring that Shepherd here to me,

1070 For she can still rejoice in her distinguished origins.


You are doomed: this and this alone will I

Say to you - and nothing hereafter!

[Exit Jocasta]


Why, Oedipus, has your lady gone, taken away

By some wild affliction? I am in awe

Of a misfortune bursting forth because of her silence about this.


It is necessary that it does burst forth. However lowly

My seed may be, it is my wish to know about it.

Although she is a woman, she has a mature judgement -

But even so, perhaps she is ashamed of my low-born origins.

But I - who apportion myself a child of the goddess, Fortuna,

She of beneficence - will not become dishonoured,

For She was the mother who gave me birth: my kinsfolk

The moons which separated my greatness and my lowness.

As this is the nature of my being, I cannot ever go away from it

To another, and so not learn about my birth.


If indeed I am a prophet or skillful in reason,

Then - by Olympus! - you shall not be without the experience,

O Cithaeron, on the rising of the full moon,

Of me exalting you - the kinsfolk of Oedipus,

His mother and provider - by my choral-dance

Since a joy has been brought to my King.

Phoebus - I invoke you, that this may also be pleasing to you!

Who, my son, of those whose living in years is long,

Did the mountain-wanderer Pan come down upon

To be your father? Or was it Loxias who slept with a woman?

For agreeable to him are all those who inhabit the wilds!

Or perhaps it was he who is the sovereign of Cyllene:

Or he the mountain-summit dwelling god of those Bacchinites

Who gladly received you who was found by one of those Helicon Nymphs

With whom he so often plays!


1110 If it fitting for me - who has never had dealings with him -

To make an estimate, Elders, then I believe I see that Shepherd

Whom we saught before. For his great age

Would conform and be in accord with that of this man.

Also, those who are escorting him are servants

Of my own family. But, about this, your experience

Has the advantage over mine since you have seen that Shepherd before.


I see him clearly - and, yes, I know him. For if Laius ever had

A faithful Shepherd, it was this man.

[Enter Shepherd]


You, the stranger from Corinth, I question you first -

Is this he whom you talked about.


Indeed - you behold him.


You there, old man! Here, look at me, and answer

My questions. Did you once belong to Laius?


Yes - nourished by him, not purchased as a slave.


What work did you share in or was your livelihood?


For the greater part, my living was the way of a shepherd.


And in what region did you mostly dwell with them?


It was Cithaeron - and also neighbouring regions.


This man here - did you ever observe him there and come to know him?


Doing what? Which is the man you speak of?


This one, standing there. Did you have dealings with him?


Not as I recall - so as to speak about now.


That is no wonder, your Lordship. But I shall bring light

Upon those things which are now unknown. For well do I know

That he will see again that region of Cithaeron when he

With a double flock and I with one

Were neighbours and comrades for three entire six month

Durations from Spring to Arcturus.

Then for the Winter I would drive mine to my stables

And he, his, to the pens of Laius.

1140 Was this, of which I have spoken, done or not as I have spoken?


Your words disclose it - although it is from long ago.


Well, now say you know that you offered me a boy,

A nursling to rear as my own.


What do you mean? What do you ask me for?


This, sir, is he who was that youngster!


May misfortune come to you! Why do you not keep silent?


You - old man. Do not restrain him for it is your speech

Which should be more restrained, not his.


Most noble Lord - what is my fault?


1150 In not telling of the child he asked about.


But he speaks without looking as he toils without an aim.


If you will not speak as a favour, you will when you cry-out.


Before the gods, do not strike someone who is old.


Swiftly, one of you, twist his hands behind his back.


You unlucky one! What more do you desire to learn from me?


Did you give him that child he asked about?


I did. And it would have been to my advantage to die that day.


It will come to that if your words are not true.


Yet much more will be destroyed if I do speak.


1160 This man, it seems, pushes for a delay.


I do not. Just now I said I gave him.


Taken from where? Your abode - or from that of another?


Not from my own; I received him from someone.


Who - of these clansmen here? From whose dwelling?


Your lordship, before the gods do not ask me more.


You die if I have to put that question to you again.


Then - it was one of those fathered by Laius.


From a slave? Or born from one of his own race?


Ah! Here before me is what I dread. Of speaking it...


1170 And I, of hearing it, although hear it I must.


It was said to be his own child. But of these things,

It is your lady - who is within - who could best speak of them.


Why? Because she gave it to you?


Indeed, Lord.


Why did she want that?


So it would be destroyed.


How grievous for she who bore the child!


Yes - but she dreaded divine prophecies of ill-omen.


Which were?


The word was that he would kill his parents.


Then why did you let this elderly one take him.


Because, your lordship, of mercy - so that to another land

He might fittingly convey it: to where he himself came from.

1180 But he saved him for this mighty wound. If then you are

The one he declares you to be, know how unlucky was your birth!


Ah! All that was possible has, with certainty, passed away.

You - daylight - I now look my last at what I behold by you:

I, exposed as born from those who should not have borne me -

As having been intimate with those I should not, and killed those I should not.

[Exit Oedipus, Shepherd and Messenger]


You descendants of mortals -

I count your zest as being equivalent to nothing,

For where is the person

Who has won more from a lucky daimon

Than just that appearance of fame

Which later is peeled away?

Yours - your daimon, Oedipus the unlucky -

We hold as an example

That nothing mortal is favoured.

For, O Zeus, it was beyond the bounds of others

That he shot his arrow to win

An all-prospering lucky daimon:

He who in destroying that virginal chantress of oracles

With the curved claws,

Arose in my country as a defence against death.

And who since then has been called my Lord

And greatly honoured as the chief of Thebes the magnificent!

But now - who has heard of a greater misfortune?

Who is there so savagely ruined that he dwells with such troubles

With his life so changed?

Alas - Oedipus, the renowned!

A mature haven

Was enough for you

As child and father when you fell upon

That woman in her inner chamber!

1210 How, how could what your father pushed into

Have the vigour for you for so long and in silence?

Chronos, the all-seeing, has found you, beyond your own will,

For long ago it was determined that from that marriage which was no marriage

Those children who have been born were the children that would be born.

But - as being the son of Laius,

I wish, I wish that I had never known this.

For I lament, and my cry is above all the others

As it comes forth from my mouth.

To speak straight: you gave me breath again

But I allowed my eyes to sleep.

[Enter Second Messenger]


You who in this land have always been esteemed the most!

What deeds you are to hear - what behold! - and how much grief

Will weigh upon you if, on fidelity to your origins,

Your concern is still for the family of Labdacus!

For, alas, neither the Ister nor the Phasis

Can wash clean these chambers, so much suffering

Do they conceal - soon to be exposed to the light

1230 As willed, not done outside the aid of will. Those injuries

Which bring the most grieving, are those shown to be of our own choice.


What I knew before could not fail to make my grieving

Anything but grave; after that - what could you announce?


What is a quick tale to say

And to understand: the divinity, Jocasta, is dead.


A misfortune! From what cause?


By she herself. But, of those events,

What was most painful is not for you - for you did not view them.

Yet - as long as my Muse is with me -

1240 You can learn of the sufferings of her fate.

She - coloured by emotion - passed within the hall

To run straight to that bridal-bed of hers

Tearing at her hair with the fingers of both her hands.

Then, she went within - thrusting the doors closed -

To invoke Laius, he who long ago was a corpse,

Recalling that seed she received long ago by which

He was killed, to leave her to produce

Unlucky children from his own begotten child.

She lamented the bed of her double misfortune:

From her husband, a husband - and children from that child.

How, after that, she perished, I did not see

For with a war-cry Oedipus pushed in - and, because of him,

We did not behold the end of her suffering.

To him, we looked as he ploughed around

For wildly he ranged about, demanding his spear,

His lady who was not his lady, and where he might find that maternal

Double-womb which produced he himself and his children.

He was frenzied, and a daimon guided him -

For it was no man who was standing nearby -

And with a fearful shout - as if someone led the way -

He was propelled into those double-doors and, from their supports,

Bent those hollow barriers to fall into her chamber.

And there we beheld that lady suspended

In the swinging braided cords by which she had stricken herself.

He, seeing this, with a fearful roar of grief

Let down the cords which suspended her. Then when she the unfortunate

Was lain on the ground, there was something dreadful to behold:

For he tore from her those gold brooches

With which she had adorned herself

And raised them to assault his own circular organs,

Speaking such as this: that they would not have sight of

Those troubles he had suffered or had caused

But would henceforth and in darkness have sight of what

They should not and what he himself should not have had knowledge of.

Then with a awesome lament not once but frequently

He raised them to strike into his eyes. At each, blood

From his eyes dropped to his beard, not releasing blood

Drop by drop - but all at once:

A dark storm hailing drops of blood.

1280 From those two has this burst forth - not on one

But on that man and his lady, joined by these troubles.

That old prosperity anciently theirs was indeed once

A worthy prosperity - but now, on this day, there is

Lamentation, misfortune, death, disgrace, and of all those troubles

That exist and which have names, there is not one which is not here.


Does he who suffers now rest from injury?


He shouts for the barriers to be opened to expose

To all who are of Cadmus, this patricide,

This mother... - I will not say the profanity he speaks -

So he can cast himself from this land, and not remain

For this dwelling to become cursed because of his curse.

But he requires strength and a guide

For too great for him to carry is that burden

Which he will make known to you. You will behold a spectacle

Which even those to whom it is horrible, will make lament for.

[Enter the blind Oedipus]


How strange for mortals to see such an accident as this!

It is the strangest thing of all ever

To come before me. You - who suffer this -

1300 What fury came upon you? What daimon

With great leaps from a great height

Came upon you bringing such an unfortunate fate?

I lament for your bad-luck.

Though I am not able to look at you -

There is much I wish to ask, much to understand,

Much to know

Even though I am here, shivering.


I am in agony!

To where, in my misery, am I carried? To where

Is my voice conveyed as it flees from me?

You - that daimon! To where have you brought me?


Somewhere strange with nothing to be heard and nothing to be seen.


Nothing announced the arrival of this dark cloud shrouding me!

Something unconquerable - brought by an unfavourable wind.

As one do the stings of those goads,

And the recalling of those troubles, pierce me!


It is no surprise that because of such injuries

1320 You endure a double mourning and a double misfortune.


My friend!

You, at least, are my steadfast comrade

Because you have the endurance to attend to the blind.

For you are not hidden from me - I clearly know,

Even in this darkness, that it is your voice.


You of strange deeds - how did you bear

To so extinguish your sight? What daimon carried you away?


It was Apollo - Apollo, my friend,

Who brought such troubles to such a troubled end.

But it was my own hand, and no other, which made the assault -

I, who suffer this. For why should I have sight

When there was nothing pleasing to see?


These things are as you have said they are.


Who could I behold?

Who could be loved - or whose greeting,

My friend, would be delightful to hear?

1340 So, and swiftly, send me away from this place.

Send away, my friend, this great pest -

This bringer of a curse: the mortal whom our gods

Detest the most.


You are as helpless in that resolve as you were in your misfortune:

Thus I wish you had never come to know of those things!


May death come to whosoever while roaming those grasslands loosened

Those cruel fetters and so safely pulled me away from death!

For it was not a favourable deed.

For had I died then no grief such as this

Would have been caused to either me or my kin.


I also wish that.


I would not, then, have shed the blood of my father

As I journeyed, and not be named by mortals

As the husband of she who gave me my birth.

1360 I am without a god - an unconsecrated child -

And now of the same kind as he who gave me this miserable existence!

If there is a trouble which is even older than these troubles,

Then it will be the lot of Oedipus.


I do not know if I could say that your intentions were right,

For it is perhaps better to no longer exist than to live, blind.


But as to this being done for the best -

You should not instruct me, nor offer me more advice.

For, if I had eyes, I would not know where to look

When I went to Hades and saw my father

Or my unfortunate mother, since to both

I have done what is so outstanding that a strangling is excluded.

Perhaps the sight of children is desirable:

To behold how those buds are mine will grow -

But it would certainly not be to these eyes of mine.

Nor would that of this town, or its towers, or the sacrifices

Offered to daimons. For it was most unfortunate that I -

Who as no one else in Thebes prospered most excellently -

Bereaved myself of such things by my own declaration

That everyone must push aside the profane one - the one the gods

Have exposed as unclean and of the clan of Laius.

After I have made known this, my stain,

How could I look those here straight in the eye?

Certainly I could not. And if what is heard could be blocked out

At that source in my ears, I would not have held myself back

From this miserable body and thus would be blind and also hear nothing!

For it is pleasing to dwell away from concern about injury.

Why, Cithaeron - why did you receive me, and having accepted,

Not directly kill me so I would never make known

To mortals whence I was born?

O Polybus and Corinth - and you that others called the ancient clan-home

Of my ancestors - I, the beauty that you reared

Had bad wounds festering underneath!

For I am found to be defective having been defective from my birth.

You three routes and concealed valley,

You grove and narrow place of the three-fold paths:

1400 You took in from my hands that blood which was my father's

But also mine - so perhaps you can still recall

Those deeds that I did there, and then, when here,

What I also achieved? You - those rites of joy

Which gave me my birth and which planted me anew

By the same seed being shot up to manifest fathers,

Brothers, sons - the blood of a kinsman -

Brides, wives, mothers: as much shame

As can arise from deeds among mortals.

No one should speak about things they do not favour doing.

Swiftly then - before the gods and beyond here -

Hide me away or kill me or upon the sea cast me

So that you will never look upon me again.

Come, and dignify this unhappy man by your touch.

Be persuaded - do not fear. For this misfortune is mine alone

And no mortal except me can bear it.

[Enter Creon]


As to this request of yours - it is fitting that here is Creon

To act and give advice,

For he alone is left to be guardian of this region in your place.


But what is there than I can say to him?

What trust can with fairness be shown to me?

1420 For I am discovered as being false to him, previously, in everything.


I did not come here, Oedipus, to laugh

Nor to blame you for your previous error.

[Creon turns to speak to the crowd who have gathered]

You - there - even if you do not honour those descended from mortals,

Have respect for the all-nourishing flames of the Lord Helios

So that this stain is not looked upon when it is uncovered -

This which neither our soil nor the sacred waters

Nor daylight will welcome.

Swiftly now take him into his chambers:

For the most proper conduct is that only kinfolk

Look at and hear a kinsman's faults.


Before the gods - since you have torn from me a dread

By you coming here - you, the most noble - to me, a most ignoble man,

Yield me something. I say this not for myself, but for you.


What favour do you request so earnestly?


That you throw me from this land as swiftly as you can

To where it is known there will be not one mortal to greet me.


Know that this would certainly have been done - were it not necessary

For me first to learn from the god what I should do.


1440 But his saying was completely clear -

That I, the disrespectful one, the patricide, must depart.


Those were the words - but since our needs have changed

It is better to learn what must be done.


But you will enquire of behalf of this unhappy man?


Yes - as you should now pay tribute to the god.


Certainly - and I rely on you for this supplication:

That you give to she who is within, a tomb such as you might desire

To lay yourself in - for it is correct to so perform this on behalf of your own.

As for me - never once let it be deemed fitting, while I happen to live,

For this my father's town to have me within it.

Instead, let me dwell in the mountains - to where is Cithaeron

Renowned because of me; for my mother and my father

While they lived appointed it the tomb I would lay in.

Thus, there I will depart, killed as they desired.

Yet I do know that neither a sickness

Nor anything similar will destroy me, for I would never have been saved

From that death unless it was for some horrible injury.

Hence I shall await that destiny which is mine - whatever its nature.

As for my sons - do not, Creon, add them

1460 To your care. For they are men, and therefore will never

Lack the ability - wherever they are - to survive.

But as for those unfortunate ones, my girls

For whom my table of food was never separate from

Nor who were ever without me, so that whatever I touched

Would be shared between us -

Attend to them, for me.

Would that you could let my hands touch them

And they lament for my injuries.

Let these things be, Lord -

Let them be so, you of this noble race.

For if my hands could reach them

I would believe they were mine just as when I had my sight.

[Enter Antigone and Ismene]

What is this?

Before the gods! - Do I not hear those whom I love,

Weeping? Has Creon let them make lament for me,

Sending here those who are dearest to me - my daughters?

Is this right?


It is right. For I prepared this for you.

I conjectured this - your present delight - since it has possessed you before.


Then good fortune to you on your path -

And may you be guarded by a better daimon than was my fate!

1480 My children - where are you? Come here - here

To these my hands of he who is your brother:

These of he who planted you and which assisted your father

To see in this way with what before were clear eyes.

He, my children, who sees nothing, who enquires about nothing -

He who is exposed as fathering you from where he himself was sown.

Even though I cannot behold you, I lament for you

Because I know of the bitter life left to you

Which mortals will cause you to live.

For what gathering of townsfolk could you go to?

What festivals - from where you would not return, lamenting,

To your dwelling instead of watching the spectacle?

And when you become ripe for marriage

Who is there who exists, my children, who would chance it -

Accepting the rebukes that will as painful for they who begat me

As they will be for you?

For what injury is not here? Your father killed his father;

He seeded her who had brought him forth

And from where he himself was sown

You were born - in the same way he himself was acquired.

1500 Such as this will you be rebuked with. Who then will marry you?

Such a person does not exist. No, my children, it is without doubt

That you must go to waste unsown and unmarried.

Son of Menoeceus! You are the only father

Who is left to them, for we who planted them are destroyed:

Both of us. Watch that they do not wander

As beggars, without a man, since they are of your family -

Or that they become the equal of me in misfortune.

Rather, favour them because you see them at such an age as this,

Deserted by everyone - except for yourself.

Agree to this, noble lord, and touch me with your hand.

And you, my children - had you judgement, I would even now

Have given you much advice. As it is, let your supplication be

To live where it is allowed and to obtain a life more agreeable

Than that of the father who planted you.


Let this abundance of lamentation pass away - and go into those chambers.


I shall obey, although it is not pleasing.


All fine things have their season.


Do you know my conditions for going?


Speak them - and I, having heard them, will know.


Send me far from this land.


That gift comes from the gods.


But the gods must detest me!


Then swiftly will your wish be fulfilled.


1520 But do you grant this?


I have no desire to speak idly about things I cannot judge.


Then now lead me from here.


Move away from your children - and go.


But do not take them from me.


Do not desire to be master in all things:

For you are without the strength which assisted you during your life.


You who dwell in my fatherland, Thebes, observe - here is Oedipus,

He who understood that famous enigma and was a strong man:

What clansman did not behold that fortune without envy?

But what a tide of problems have come over him!

Therefore, look toward that ending which is for us mortals

To observe that particular day - calling no one lucky until,

Without the pain of injury, they are conveyed beyond life's ending.



v.34: 'Daimons'. Correctly understood, a 'daimon' is what we would now call a 'supernatural being'. Daimons guard or watch over individuals, and thus guide the Destiny of the individual: they also give the individual their 'genius' (or their natural abilities). A daimon can be either positive or negative in the personal sense - that is, it can bring good or bad luck and thus good fortune or misfortune. A daimon, in effect, is seen as doing the work or the will of the gods.

Further, daimons also guard or watch over particular places - particularly those natural, sacred sites and places where the daimon thus becomes a 'nature spirit'. Daimons also guard and watch over families, dwellings, clans, towns and their citadels.

It is important to understand that daimons are not 'demons' - demons are the creations of an abstract moralizing religion like Christianity which posits an abstract 'evil' and an abstract 'good'.

v.981-2: This is one of the crucial lines in understanding how Sophocles - and the Greeks themselves - viewed what we call the 'incest' of Oedipus with his mother (the Greeks had no word for 'incest'). On a first reading of the Greek text, it gives the impression that what is meant is: "many are the mortals who already - in dreams also - have lain with their mothers..." That is, while it is disrespectful and a disgrace, it is nothing to seriously concern oneself with.

Of course, this is far too 'amoral' for most translators and scholars to even consider, and so the line is taken as meaning: "many are the mortals who in dreams (and also in prophecies) have lain with their mothers..." This sense is rather strained, and not apparent on first reading the Greek.

However, if moral Christianized abstractions are not read into the Oedipus Tyrannus - as nearly all previous translators have done, often from laziness and sometimes from misunderstanding what the Greek means - then what emerges is that the incest is not that important. What concerns Oedipus most is his killing of his father - all he says about the incest is that he "should not" have slept with his mother and it is disrespectful (for example, qv. v.1184f and v.1441). What has brought about the plague which is devastating the clan of Thebes, is the killing of Laius. Furthermore, the offender has not given tributes to the gods to clean his hands of the bloodstain (qv. v.1445 - which is often overlooked or misinterpreted). That is, the pollution caused by the killing has not been purified by offerings to the gods - and thus the offender has offended the gods.


For a significant percentage of people who have heard of or read the story of Oedipus, the central theme is the incest of Oedipus with his mother - and then, the killing of his father. The same applies to most of those who read or watch a performance of one of the appalling 'translations' which unfortunately seem to appear with monotonous regularity.

In the majority of interpretations, 'explanations' and translations of and about Sophocles' Oedipus Tyrannus (or 'Oedipus the King') the incest and the patricide are viewed morally, and thus the tragedy becomes a sort of ancient 'morality tale'. In many translations, the impression is given that Oedipus commits a 'sin' by sleeping with his mother and killing his father, and is punished because of it.

This sort of moral interpretation is completely wrong. The essence of this particular Greek tragedy lies in the realm of the gods, with the relationship between individuals, their communities, and the gods. The incest in particular is merely an interesting incident which occurs to a particular mortal and whose importance lies in the realm of prophecy - in what prophecy says about the will of the gods and the fate of mortals. Furthermore, this incest is not viewed with 'horror' by either Oedipus himself or by anyone else - it never described as a 'monstrous deed' or anything of the kind. All Oedipus says about it is that he "should not" have slept with his mother - it was disrespectful (for example qv. v.1184 and v.1441). Even when Oedipus is describing the first time he heard the prophecy that he would sleep with his mother and kill his father, the tone is quite restrained and definitely not moralistic: "Suffering and strangeness and misery were what his words foresaw: that I must copulate with my mother - and show, for mortals to behold, a family who would not endure..." (vv.790-3). He then goes on to say: "I fled... so that I would never have to face - because of that inauspicious prophecy - the disgrace of its fulfilment.'

The tragedy lies in the fact that Oedipus was not initially disrespectful of the gods - he tried to avoid killing his father, and sleeping with his mother; and when he learns that the oracle at Delphi has said that the plague which is killing the people of Thebes is the result of a defilement which has not been cleaned [the blood is still on a killer's hand] then he is ready to do all that the god says is necessary (vv.95ff.).

What actually occurs is that Oedipus oversteps the proper limits of behaviour in his quest to find the killer of Laius and discover his own identity. He begins to act like a 'tyrannus' - a tyrant, an absolute monarch. First, he accuses the blind prophet Tiresias of conspiring against him. Then he accuses his brother-in-law Creon of wanting to overthrow him. Later on, he is dismissive of the warnings of Jocasta and the Shepherd not to enquire further into his origins. He also boasts that he is a child of Fortuna. Oedipus was certain of himself - he knew he had great skill [ did he not solve the riddle of the Sphinx?]; he had great strength and courage [did he not by his own hands kill many men when he believed himself attacked (vv.801ff)]; he had power and wealth [was he not King of Thebes?]. All these things, in relation to the power of the gods, mean nothing. As Creon says to him at the very end of the drama: "Do not desire to be master in all things, for you are without the strength which assisted you in your life." It is the gods who have taken away his strength, his skill and his power - as the Chorus say in another Sophoclean tragedy: "Mortals cannot be delivered from the misfortunes of their fate." [Antigone, v.1338]. The tragedy of Oedipus ends with words which summarize all this: "Observe - here is Oedipus, he who understood that famous enigma and was a strong man: what clansman did not behold that fortune without envy? But what a tide of problems have come over him!... Therefore, call no one lucky until, without the pain of injury, they are conveyed beyond life's ending."

Oedipus himself accepts that his troubles were the work of the gods: "It was Apollo - Apollo who brought such troubles to such a troubled ending." (vv.1329-1330). Oedipus goes on to say that his own blindness - which the blind prophet Tiresias had foreseen - was not the work of the gods, but his own handiwork.

The fundamental question which Sophocles poses in this tragedy is voiced by the Chorus when they reply (v.1347) to a request by Oedipus that he be exiled: "You are as helpless in that resolve as you were in your misfortune." What the tragedy is really explaining, is that however fortunate a person's fate may appear - it is only not only appearance, but also depends on the will of the gods: it can be destroyed in a moment. Therefore, it is wise not to overstep the mark - it is wise not to be excessive; it is wise to observe the customs given by the gods and thus the gods themselves (qv. vv.863ff.). To do otherwise is insolence, disrespect ('hubris') - and invites a retribution by the gods.

Sophocles says of 'hubris' - "Insolence plants the tyrant. There is insolence if by a great foolishness there is a useless over-filling which goes beyond the proper limits. It is an ascending to the steepest and utmost heights and then that hurtling toward that Destiny where the useful foot has no use..." (vv.872ff).

One further point about the Oedipus Tyrannus deserves noting, since it has hitherto been mostly ignored. It is the mercy shown by the Shepherd when he is given the infant Oedipus by Laius and Jocasta to leave exposed on the mountain. They have pierced the ankles of the infant Oedipus and fastened them together to make certain he dies. But the Shepherd is merciful and gives the infant to another Shepherd. The consequences of this act of mercy are a sequence of terrible misfortunes which Oedipus, Jocasta and the children of Oedipus suffer - and which, incidently, Creon himself later suffers from (as evident in Sophocles' Antigone). Later, after his self-inflicted blinding, Oedipus curses the person who saved him: "May death come to whosoever while roaming those grasslands loosened those cruel fetters..... It was not a favourable deed. For had I died then, no grief such as this would have been caused to either me or my kin." (vv.1349f.). Sophocles clearly states that an act of mercy or compassion can lead to others suffering in the future - and can therefore be unwise.

1. See Appendix.

2. See Appendix.