Yes, for these strong arms have saved us—Theseus and his dearest followers.OedipusCome here, my children, to your father!Grant me your embrace—restored beyond all hope!AntigoneWe shall grant your wish, for we crave the favor we bestow.OedipusWhere, then, where are you?AntigoneHere we are, approaching you together.OedipusDearest offspring!AntigoneEverything is dear to its parent.OedipusSupports of a man—AntigoneIll-fated as he is ill-fated.OedipusI 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!