But I am content that the rulers of our country should judge in this case.OedipusAnd where, strangers, is the lord of this realm?ChorusHe is at the city of his fathers in our land. The messenger who sent us here has gone to fetch him.OedipusDo you think that he will have any regard or care for the blind man,so as to come here himself?ChorusYes, surely, as soon as he learns of your name.OedipusWho is there to bring him that word?ChorusThe way is long, and many words from travellers often wander about. When he hears them, he will soon be with us, never fear.For your name, old man, has been loudly trumpeted through all lands, so that even if he is taking his ease, and slow to move, when he hears of you he will swiftly arrive.OedipusWell, may he come with good fortune both for his own city and for me! What noble man is not his own friend?AntigoneO Zeus! What shall I say? What shall I think, my father?OedipusWhat is it, Antigone, my child?AntigoneI see a woman coming towards us, mounted on a colt of Etna; she wears a Thessalian bonnet to screen her face from the sun.What shall I say? Is it she, or is it not? Does my judgment err? Yes—no—I cannot tell—ah, me! It is no other, yes! She greets me with bright glancesas she draws near, and makes a signal. Here is Ismene, clearly, and no other before me.OedipusWhat is that you say, my child?AntigoneThat I see your daughter, my sister. By her voice right away you can know her.IsmeneFather and sister, names most sweet to me! How hard it was to find you!And how hard now to look upon you for my tears!OedipusMy child, have you come?IsmeneFather, your fate is sad to see!OedipusAre you with us, my child?IsmeneNot without toil, indeed, for myself.OedipusTouch me, my daughter!IsmeneI give a hand to each at once.OedipusAh my children, my sisters!IsmeneAlas, twice-wretched life!OedipusHer life and mine?IsmeneAnd mine, wretched me, makes a third.OedipusChild, why have you come?