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Pursues us still: the murderer must bleed;

       He has been sought for; some have dared to say

       That he is found, and call him Philoctetes.

      philoctetes.

       Astonishment! the base suspicion shocks

       My soul, and bids my tongue be silent ever

       On the opprobrious theme: accused of murder!

       Murdering thy husband! thou canst never believe it.

      jocaste.

       O! never! ’twere injurious to thy honor

       To combat such imposture, or refute

       The vile aspersion; no, thou knowest my heart,

       Thou hadst my love, and couldst not do a deed

       Unworthy of it. Let them perish all,

       These worthless Thebans, who deserve their fate

       For thus suspecting thee: but, hence! begone!

       Our vows are fruitless: heaven reserves for thee

       Superior blessings. Thou wert born to serve

       The gods, whose wisdom would not bury here

       Virtues like thine, or suffer love to rule

       A heart designed for universal sway,

       And courage fit to save and bless mankind.

       Ill would it suit the follower of Alcides

       To lose his moments in the fond concerns,

       The little cares of love. Thy hours are due

       To the unhappy and the injured: they

       Will all thy time and all thy virtue claim.

       Already tyrants throng on every side;

       Alcides dead, new monsters rise; go, thou,

       And give the world another Hercules.

       Œdipus comes; permit me to retire;

       Not that I fear the weakness of my heart,

       But as Jocaste loved thee once, and he

       Is now my husband, I should blush before you.

      SCENE IV.

       Table of Contents

      œdipus, philoctetes, araspes.

      œdipus.

       Sayst thou, Araspes, is he here, the prince,

       The noble Philoctetes?

      philoctetes.

       Yes; ’tis he;

       Led by blind fortune to this hapless clime,

       Where angry heaven hath made me suffer wrongs

       I am not used to bear. I know the crimes

       Laid to my charge; but think not that I mean

       To justify myself: too well I know thee

       To think that Œdipus would ever stoop

       To such low mean suspicions: no! thy fame

       Is mixed with mine; in the same steps of honor

       We trod together. Theseus, Hercules,

       And Philoctetes, pointed out to thee

       The paths of glory; do not then disgrace

       Their names, and taint thy own, by calumny,

       But keep their bright examples still before thee.

      œdipus.

       All that I wish is but to save my country,

       And if I can be useful to mankind,

       This is the ambition I would satisfy,

       And this the lesson which those heroes taught,

       Whom thou hast followed, and whom I admire.

       I meant not to accuse thee: had I chose

       The people’s victim, it had been myself.

       I think it but the duty of a king

       To perish for his country: ’tis an honor

       Too great for common men. Then had I saved

       Once more my Thebans, yielded up my life,

       And sheltered thine: but ’twas not in my power.

       The blood of guilt must flow, thou standest accused.

       Defend thyself: if thou art innocent,

       None shall rejoice so much as Œdipus;

       Nor as a criminal shall then receive thee,

       But as my noble friend, as Philoctetes.

      philoctetes.

       I thought myself, indeed, above suspicion:

       From many a base assassin has this arm,

       While Jove’s dread thunder slept, relieved mankind

       Whom we chastise, we seldom imitate.

      œdipus.

       I do not think thou wouldst disgrace thy name,

       And thy fair martial deeds, by such a crime.

       If Laius fell by thee, he fell with honor,

       I doubt it not, for I must do thee justice.

      philoctetes.

       If I had slain him, I had only gained

       One added triumph. Kings, indeed, are gods

       To their own subjects, but to Hercules,

       Or me, they were no more than common men.

       I have avenged the wrongs of mighty princes;

       And, therefore, little, thou mayest think, should fear

       To attack the bravest.

      œdipus.

       Heroes, like thyself,

       Are equal even to kings, I know they are:

       But still remember, prince, whoe’er slew Laius,

       His head must answer for the woes of Thebes;

       And thou—

      philoctetes.

       I slew him not; let that suffice.

       If I had done the deed, I would have owned,

       Nay boasted of it. Hear me, Œdipus,

       Though vulgar souls, by vulgar methods, deign

       To vindicate their injured honor; kings

       And heroes, when they speak, expect, no doubt,

       To be believed: perhaps thou dost suspect

       I murdered Laius. It becomes not thee,

       Of all men, to accuse me: to thy hand

       Devolved his sceptre and his queen. Who reaped

       The fruits of Laius’s death, but Œdipus?

       Who took the spoils? Who filled his throne? Not I.

       That object never tempted Philoctetes:

       Alcides never would accept a crown:

       We knew no master, and desired no subjects:

       I have made kings, but never wished to be one.

       But ’tis beneath me to refute the falsehood,

       For innocence is lessened by defence.

      œdipus.

       Thy pride offends me, whilst thy virtue charms.

       If thou art guiltless, thou hast naught to fear

       From justice and the