Yes, for these strong arms have saved us—Theseus and his dearest followers. Oedipus Come here, my children, to your father! Grant me your embrace—restored beyond all hope! Antigone We shall grant your wish, for we crave the favor we bestow. Oedipus Where, then, where are you? Antigone Here we are, approaching you together. Oedipus Dearest offspring! Antigone Everything is dear to its parent. Oedipus Supports of a man— Antigone Ill-fated as he is ill-fated. Oedipus I hold my dearest. Now, if I should die, I would not be wholly wretched, since you have come to me. Press close to me on either side, children, cling to your father, and rest from your wandering, so desolate, so grievous!