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    Andr6, 1869-1951. Andre Gide

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    CHARACTERS:

    (EDIPUS

    TIRESIAS

    JO

    CAS

    TA

    CRE ON

    ANTIGONE

    ETEOCLES

    POLYNICES

    ISI{ENE

    CIIORUS

    ACT

    I

    Manq

    things

    are

    admirable;

    but

    rww

    ntore

    admirable

    than

    man'

    SOPHOCLES:

    CHORUS

    F'ROM

    ANTIGONE

    rEDrpus:

    Here

    I

    am,

    all

    present

    and

    complete

    in

    this

    instant

    of

    everlasting

    time;

    like

    someone

    who

    might

    come

    down

    to

    the

    front

    of

    the

    stage

    and

    sav:

    i

    am

    CEdipus.

    Forty years

    old,

    and

    for

    twenty

    vears

    a

    king.

    With

    my

    own

    strong

    arm

    I

    have

    pulled

    -yt&

    up

    to

    the

    highest

    point

    of

    happi

    iress.

    A

    waif

    and

    a foundling,

    without

    papers

    or

    citizenship,

    I

    am glad

    above

    all

    that

    I

    owe

    noth-

    ing

    to

    anyone

    but

    myself.

    trIappiness

    was

    not

    giien

    to

    me;

    I

    conquered

    it' That

    w-ay

    compla-

    fency

    lurks;

    and

    to

    guard

    against

    it

    I-

    wondered

    at

    fiist

    if

    my

    case

    was

    not

    one

    of

    predestination'

    Fearful

    of

    that

    giddying

    pride

    which

    has

    un-

    steadied

    certain

    leaders-and

    they

    not

    the

    least

    famous-

    But

    there

    you

    are,

    CEdipus,

    off

    again

    on

    those

    overlong

    phrases

    tlrat you

    don't

    always

    know

    horv

    to

    finiih.

    Just

    say

    simply

    wiiat

    you

    have

    to

    say,

    and

    don't

    go

    in for

    that

    inflated

    manner

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    4

    T,uso

    Legends

    which

    you

    claim

    to

    have

    eut

    out

    of

    your

    life.

    Keep

    things

    simple

    and

    they'll

    turn out

    all

    right.

    Be

    simple

    yourself:

    direct

    as

    an arrow-strafuht

    to

    the target.

    . .

    .

    That

    brings

    me

    back

    to wf,at

    ,

    *3:

    yyi"g

    just

    now:

    Yes,

    if I

    sometimes

    manage

    to

    think

    that

    I

    have

    been

    launched

    on

    my

    *uy

    6y

    the-

    gods,

    I do

    it

    to redouble

    my

    own

    modesty

    and

    to

    refer back

    to them

    the

    credit

    for

    my

    destiny.

    For

    in

    my

    particular

    case

    it's

    rather

    difficult not

    to

    get a

    little

    pufied-up about

    one_

    self.

    I

    escape

    it

    by creating

    above

    me

    a

    holy

    power

    to

    which,

    whether

    I like

    it

    or

    not,

    I

    am

    subject.

    Who would

    not

    gladly

    bow down

    to

    such

    a

    pow-er, if

    it

    led

    him

    to

    where

    I

    now

    am?

    A

    god

    is

    guiding

    you, CEdipus,

    and

    there

    aren't

    two

    l-ike

    you.

    That's

    what

    I

    tell

    myself

    on

    Sundays

    and

    holidays.

    The

    rest

    of

    the

    week

    I've

    no

    time

    to

    think

    about

    it.

    Besides,

    what

    would

    be

    the

    use?

    I'm

    no_

    good

    at

    reasoning;

    Iogic's

    not my

    strong

    point;-I

    proceed

    by intuition.

    Some

    people,

    when-

    ever

    they

    get mixgd

    up in

    the

    traffic,

    keep

    saying

    to

    themselves:

    "should

    I

    give

    way?

    Have I-thE

    right

    to

    overtake?"_For

    my

    part,

    I always

    behave

    as if

    a

    god were

    tefiing

    *L

    i,hut

    to

    do.

    (The

    Chorus,

    dioided

    into

    tuso

    groups,

    con-Les

    doranstage,

    to

    right

    and

    left

    of

    G,diVus.)

    BorH

    cHoRUSns:

    We,

    the

    Chorus,

    whose

    particular

    function

    in

    this

    place is

    to

    represent

    the

    opinion

    of

    the

    majority,

    declare

    ourselves

    surprisei

    and

    grieved

    by

    the

    profession

    of

    so

    aggressive

    an

    individualism,

    The views

    that

    Gdipus

    has

    dis-

    closed

    are

    intolerable

    in

    other

    people-unless

    they

    are

    disguised.

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    Two

    Legends

    Gdipus

    Of

    course

    it

    is a good

    thing to

    put

    the

    gods

    o

    one's

    side.

    But

    the surest

    way

    is

    to be

    on

    the

    sid

    of

    the

    priests.

    CEdipus would

    do

    well

    to consu

    Tiresias;

    he's

    the

    man who's really

    got

    the gods

    in

    hand.

    Under

    pretense

    of serving

    our

    interest

    CEdipus

    runs

    the

    risk of turning them

    against

    us

    and

    there's

    no

    doubt

    that it is

    to

    him that we owe

    the

    evils

    which

    are overwhelming us at this

    mo

    ment.

    (ln

    a

    lower

    aoi,ce)

    We shall

    try, with

    inex

    pensive

    sacrifices

    and

    well-directed

    prayers,

    to

    earn

    their

    indulgence;

    and,

    by

    dissociating our

    selves

    from

    our king, to direct against

    him

    alone

    the

    chastisement

    that his

    pride

    deserves.

    RrcHr-HAND

    cHoRUS

    (to

    G,dlpus) : That

    you

    yoursel

    are

    happy,

    no one would

    deny,

    though

    you

    do

    say

    it

    too

    often. But

    we

    are

    not happy, we,

    you

    people,

    O

    CEdipus; but we,

    your people-ah,

    no

    we

    are

    not

    happy.

    We should

    prefer

    to

    hide

    i

    from you;

    but

    the

    action

    of

    this drama could

    no

    proceed

    unless

    we

    give you

    a

    most lamentable

    piece

    of

    news. The

    plague-since

    we must

    give

    i

    its

    real

    name-continues

    to

    bring

    mourning

    to

    Thebes.

    Your

    family

    has

    so

    far

    been spared; bu

    it

    is

    seemly

    that

    a king

    should

    interest

    himself in

    his

    people's

    misfortunes,

    even

    where

    these

    do no

    afiect

    him directly.

    LEFr-HAND

    cHoRUS: Besides,

    we

    can't

    help

    thinking

    that

    your

    happiness

    and

    our

    unhappiness

    are

    linked

    in

    some

    mystical way; at least, that is what

    Tiresias'

    teaching

    has

    allowed

    us

    to

    glimpse.

    It

    is

    good

    that

    we should

    get

    this

    point quite

    straight.

    Apollo must

    give

    us

    the

    facts. You

    yourself

    have

    been

    good

    enough

    to dispatch the

    excellent

    ',,

    ..,.r,.,-whi.ch

    you

    claim

    to

    h*-u

    ":j

    out

    of

    your life'

    ,."

    :.:.,i

    l(eep

    things

    simple

    and

    they'll

    turn out all

    right.

    ,,i.,','

    :;'

    3e'

    iimple-yo'rself

    :

    direct

    as

    an arrow-straight

    :;,rr,:,i' to'the

    iurg"t..

    , .

    That

    brings

    me

    back

    to

    what

    :,',

    I

    '

    '

    i

    *as

    sayiigjust

    now:

    Yes,

    if I sometimes

    manage

    "t,

    to

    think

    that

    I

    have

    been

    launched

    on

    my

    way

    by

    the

    gods,

    I

    do

    it

    to redouble my

    own

    modesty

    and

    to

    refer

    back

    to them

    the

    credit

    for

    mv

    destiny.

    For

    in my

    particular

    case

    it's

    rathJr

    difficult

    not

    to

    get a

    little

    puffed-up

    about

    one-

    self.

    I

    escape

    it

    by

    creating

    above

    me

    a

    holy

    power

    to

    which,

    whether

    I

    like

    it

    or

    not,

    I

    am

    subject. Who

    would

    not

    gladly

    bow

    down

    to

    such

    a

    pow-er,

    if

    it

    led

    hirn

    to

    where

    I

    now

    am?

    A

    god

    is

    guiding you,

    CEdipus,

    and

    there

    aren,t

    two

    I'ike

    you.

    That's what

    I tell

    myself

    on

    Sundays

    and

    holidays.

    The

    rest

    of

    the

    week

    I,ve

    no

    time

    to

    think

    about

    it.

    Besides,

    what

    would

    be

    the

    use?

    I'm

    no_

    good

    at

    reasoning;

    Iogic,s

    not

    my

    strong

    point;_I

    proceed

    by

    intuition.

    Some

    people,

    whenl

    ever

    they

    get mixed

    up

    in

    the

    traffic,

    keep

    saying

    to

    themselves:

    "Shoutrd

    I

    give

    wayp

    Have

    I- thI

    right to

    overtake?"

    For

    my

    part,

    I

    always

    behave

    as if

    a

    god

    were

    telling

    me

    *hat

    to

    do.

    (The

    Chorus,

    diuided

    into

    two

    groups,

    conles

    downstage,

    to

    right

    and

    teft

    of

    CEdipus.)

    BorH

    cHoRUSas:

    We,

    the

    Chorus,

    whose

    particular

    function

    in

    this

    place

    is

    to

    represent

    thi

    opinion

    of

    the-majority,

    declare

    orrrselrres

    surprisei

    and

    grieved

    y

    tt

    "

    profession

    of

    so

    aggressive

    an

    individualism.

    The

    views

    that

    Gdipis

    has

    dis-

    closed

    are

    intolerable

    in

    other

    peiople_unless

    they

    are

    disguised.

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    6

    T,uo

    Legends

    9r"ol,.

    your

    brother_in_Iaw,

    to

    tle

    sanctuary,

    and

    he

    will

    soon

    be

    here

    to

    give

    us

    the

    oracle,s

    much-

    awaited

    answer.

    (EDrpus:

    Here

    he

    is, just

    back

    at

    this

    very

    moment.

    (Enter

    Creon.

    To

    Creon)

    Well?

    cREoN:

    Wouldn,t

    it

    be

    better

    if

    I

    spoke

    to

    you

    alonep

    cEDrpus:

    Why?

    you-k1ow

    I

    despisJ

    ail

    forms

    .f

    ;;_

    terfuge.

    you

    shall

    therefore

    say

    everything

    in

    front of

    everyone.

    I

    invite,

    t

    "or.r'rnura

    you to

    do

    so.

    If

    anythinq

    can

    remedy

    the

    "rit,

    of

    ;y

    p""p;,

    they

    as

    much"as

    I

    have

    t#,,gni

    i;know

    it.

    Onty

    thus

    can

    they

    help

    me

    to

    put-things

    right.

    What

    did

    the

    oru"i"

    ,"yi

    r

    ---

    -'*-'b"

    cnEoN:

    Just

    what

    I

    expected:

    something

    is

    rotten

    in

    the

    kingdom.

    cDtprrs:

    Stop.

    The

    people

    are

    not

    enough.

    your

    sister

    locasta

    and

    our

    four

    children

    must

    also

    be

    present.

    cREoN:

    One

    moment.

    I,app_rove

    of

    your

    summoning

    Jocasta.

    you

    know

    thaii

    am

    "

    ^lun

    o1

    ,fr"

    hveliest

    family

    feeling.

    Besides,

    ,h"

    _t;;;

    us vatuableadvice.

    But

    tie

    "hitd.;o;;;i"";;

    o

    take

    part

    inihe

    discussion.

    very

    young

    GDrp:s:

    Antigone

    is

    already

    no

    longer

    a

    child.

    Eteocles

    and

    polynic",

    ur"

    *h"t-i?u,

    at

    their

    a.ge:.,re3kless,

    guick

    to

    act,

    and

    anything

    il;

    stupid..It

    is

    a

    good

    thing

    that

    they

    should

    know

    something-

    of

    anxiety.

    Af

    for

    fr."6"",-

    she

    won,t

    understand.

    (Enter

    Jocasta ar-rcl_

    (Ecliptts,

    four

    children)

    cEDrpus

    .(to

    locasta):

    your

    brother

    i,

    iurii""t

    t

    o*

    Pytho.

    I

    wanted

    you

    all

    to

    U"

    fro"

    with

    me

    to

    ritti,:,::il1r1r1i:i:

    CRE

    CED

    CRE

    GD

    CRE

    CED

    Joc

    CRE

    (ED

    JOC

    CED

    JOC

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    6

    Tu:o

    Legends

    Creon,

    your

    brother-in_law,

    to

    the

    sanctuary,

    and

    he

    will

    soon

    be

    here

    to

    give

    us

    the

    oracle,s

    much_

    awaited

    answer.

    cEDrpus:

    Here

    he

    is, just

    back

    at

    this

    very

    moment.

    (Enter

    Creon.

    To

    Creon)

    Well?

    cREoN:

    Wouldn't

    it

    be

    better

    if

    I

    spoke

    to

    you alone?

    cEDrpus:

    Why?

    You

    know

    I

    despise

    all

    forms

    of

    sub_

    terfuge.

    You

    shall

    therefoie

    say

    everything

    in

    front

    of

    everyone.

    I

    invite,

    I

    command

    vo,, tX dn

    so, If

    anything

    can

    remedy

    the

    evils

    of

    *y

    peopl",

    they

    as

    much

    as

    I

    have

    the

    right

    to

    know

    ii.

    Onty

    thus

    can

    they

    help

    me

    to

    puf

    things

    right.

    WhJt

    did

    the

    oracle

    say?

    Just

    what

    I

    expected:

    something

    is

    rotten

    in

    the

    kingdom.

    Stop.

    The

    people

    are

    not

    enough.

    your

    sister

    Jocasta

    and

    our

    four

    children

    irust

    also

    be

    present.

    One

    moment.

    I-approve

    of

    your

    summoning

    Jocasta.

    You

    know

    that

    I

    am

    u

    -r,

    of

    the

    livehe#

    family

    feeling.

    Besides,

    she

    may give

    us valuable

    advice.

    But

    the

    children

    ,""-

    io"*"

    very

    young

    to

    take

    part in

    the

    discussion.

    Antigone

    is

    already

    no

    lonqer

    a

    child.

    Eteocles

    and

    Polynices

    are

    what

    I"v,as

    at

    their

    age:_.re_ckless,

    quick

    to

    act,

    and

    anything

    but

    stupid.

    It

    is

    a

    good

    thing

    that

    they

    shouldlnow

    something

    of

    anxiety.

    Ai for

    Ismlne,

    she

    won,t

    understand.

    (Enter

    locasta

    ancl

    (Ed,iptts,

    four

    child.ren)

    (to

    locasta):

    your

    brother

    is

    just

    back

    from

    Pytho,

    I

    wanted

    you

    all

    to

    be

    here

    with

    me

    to

    (Edipus

    7

    hear

    the

    god's

    answer.

    Come

    on,

    Creon,

    tell us

    now:

    what

    did

    the

    oracle

    saY?

    cREoN:

    That

    the

    wrath

    of God

    would never be turned

    away

    frorn

    Thebes

    until

    Laius, the

    late king,

    had

    been

    avenged.

    cEDrPus:

    Avenged

    of

    what?

    c:REoN:

    Surely

    you

    know

    that the

    man whose place

    you

    have

    taken

    in my

    sister

    locasta's

    bed, and

    on

    ihe

    throne

    of

    Thebes,

    died

    at

    the

    hand

    of

    an

    assassin?

    (xDrpus:

    Yes,

    tr

    know-but

    rvas

    the

    culprit

    not

    pun-

    ished?

    cREoN:

    The police

    could

    never

    lay

    hands on

    him.

    In

    fact,

    we

    must

    even admit

    that they

    never looked

    very

    hard.

    oDleus

    (to

    locasta):

    You

    never told me-

    JocASTA:

    Every

    time

    I

    wanted

    to tell

    you,

    my

    dear,

    you

    interrupted

    me.

    "No,

    don't

    talk

    of the

    past,"

    you

    burst

    out,

    "I

    don't

    want to

    know

    anything

    about

    it. A

    golden

    age has

    begun.

    All things

    are

    made

    anew.

    ."

    cREoN:

    The u,ord "justice"

    was

    turned on your

    lips

    to

    "amnesty."

    cEDTPUS:

    If

    I

    kner,v

    the

    swine

    who-

    JocasrA:

    Calm yourself,

    my

    dear.

    It's

    ancient history.

    Why go

    back to the past?

    cEDrpus:

    I lvon't keep calm.

    I only wish I

    had

    known

    it sooner, Damnation,

    I'll

    not

    rest till

    I find

    the

    culprit. I'11 hunt

    him dorvn, no matter where

    he's

    hiding.

    He'll

    not

    escape

    me-that I swear. How

    long ago did all tiris

    happen?

    JocASrA:

    I had

    been

    six months a widow

    when

    you

    succeeded Laius. That

    was

    twenty years

    ago.

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    Two

    Legends

    cEDrpus:

    Twenty,years

    of

    happiness_

    TTRESTAS:

    -which

    in

    the

    sighiof

    God

    are

    as

    one

    dav.

    (Tiresias,

    blind,

    dressid,

    as

    a

    friar,

    has

    "*u

    in

    unnoticed,

    accompani.ed,

    by

    Antigone

    and,

    ls-

    mene.)

    cEDrpusi

    God,

    what

    a

    bore

    that

    man

    isl

    Forever

    meddling

    in-other

    people,s

    business.

    Who

    asked

    you

    to

    come?

    JocAsrA

    (to

    CEdlpus).,.

    pty

    dear,

    you

    shouldn,t

    speak

    so before

    the

    children.

    It

    isni

    wise

    to

    diminish

    the,

    authority

    of

    the

    man

    rvhom

    we

    have

    chosen

    to

    be

    their

    tutor,

    and

    who

    has

    to

    go

    with

    them

    everywhere.

    (To.

    Tiresias)

    you

    we#

    saying_?

    TTnESTAS:

    I

    do

    not

    wish

    to

    vex

    the

    kins.

    GDrpus:

    It

    is

    not

    what

    p-eople

    say

    thai

    vexes

    me,

    but

    what

    they

    think

    and

    dtn,t

    sav.

    So"rk

    TTRESTAS:

    Alone,

    and

    man

    to

    mari,

    d;;;r,

    we

    will

    speak

    of

    your

    happiness_of

    *t

    ut

    yo'"

    call

    happi_

    ness.

    But

    for

    the

    present

    we

    must

    discuss.tie

    unhappiness

    of

    the

    people.

    The

    p"opt"

    are

    sufier-

    ing,

    CEdipus,

    and

    theiiking

    ""rirot'but

    know

    it.

    Between

    the

    prosperity

    of

    the

    few

    and the

    in-

    qlgence

    ot

    the

    majority,

    God

    weaves

    a

    mysterious

    thread.

    The

    name

    of

    God,

    Gdip;,-i,

    often

    on

    your

    lips;

    I don't

    blame

    you

    for

    ihutJu,

    from

    it

    1b",, Tr

    seeking

    to

    make

    God

    your

    assentor

    in-

    stead

    ot

    your judge,

    and

    for

    feeling

    no

    awe

    in

    His

    presence.

    cEDrpus:

    I have

    never

    been

    what

    is

    called

    a

    funk.

    TTRESTAS:

    The

    more

    valiant

    a

    leader

    may

    be

    before

    men,

    the

    more pleasing

    is

    his

    submissiveness

    to

    God.

    I

    cEDrpus:

    Had

    I

    felt

    awe

    in

    the

    presence

    of

    the

    Sphinx,

    I

    cou

    not

    h

    BOTH

    CI{O

    You

    can't

    RIGIIT-HA

    Sphi

    sume

    the

    a

    LEFT-HAN

    your

    kill

    BOTII

    CHO

    we

    r

    destr

    RTGHT-IIA

    was

    LEFT-HAN

    left

    BOTH

    CHO

    ence

    cEDTPUS

    rathe

    thing

    abou

    rmrsres:

    But

    bese

    pent

    We

    fore

    his b

    Mea

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    T,zDo

    Legends

    cEDrpus:

    Twenty

    years

    of

    happiness_

    TTRESTAS:

    -which

    in

    the

    sighf

    of

    God

    are

    as

    one

    dav.

    (Tiresias,

    blind,

    dressed

    as

    a

    friar,

    has

    "*n

    in

    unnoticed,

    accompanied

    by

    Antigone

    and,

    Is-

    mane,)

    cEDrpus:

    God,

    what

    a

    bore

    that

    man

    is

    Forever

    meddling

    in

    other

    people,s

    business.

    Who

    asked

    you to

    come?

    JocASrA

    {1o

    A nfuil.',

    My

    dear,

    you

    shouldn,t

    speak

    so before

    the

    children.

    It

    isJt

    wise

    to

    diminish

    the-

    authority

    of

    the

    man

    rvhom

    we

    have

    chosen

    to

    be

    their

    tutor,

    and

    who

    has

    to

    go

    with

    them

    everywhere.

    (To

    Tiresias)

    you

    we#

    saying_?

    rmESrAS:

    I

    do

    not

    wish

    to

    vex

    the

    king.

    GDrpus:

    It

    is

    not

    what

    people

    say

    thai

    vexes

    me,

    but

    what

    they

    think

    and

    don,t

    sav.

    Speak,

    TTRESTAs:

    Alone,

    and

    man

    to

    man,

    ddiprr,

    we

    will

    speak

    of

    your

    happiness-of

    what

    you

    call

    happi_

    ness.

    But

    for

    the

    present

    we

    must

    discrss'tie

    unhappiness

    of

    the

    people.

    The

    people

    are

    sufier-

    ing,

    (Edipus,

    and

    theiiking

    crrnot'but

    know

    it.

    Between

    the

    prosperity

    of

    the

    few

    and

    the

    in-

    dlgence

    of

    the

    majority,

    God

    tveaves

    a

    mysterious

    thread.

    The

    name

    of

    God,

    CEdipus,

    is

    often

    on

    your lips;

    I don't

    blame

    you for

    that_far

    from

    it

    -bu,t

    f^or

    seeking

    to

    make

    God

    your

    assentor

    in-

    stead

    of

    your judge,

    and

    for

    feeling

    no

    awe

    in

    His

    presence.

    I have

    never

    been

    what

    is

    called

    a funk.

    The

    more

    valiant

    a

    leader

    may

    be

    before

    men,

    the

    more

    pleasing

    is

    his

    submissiveness

    to

    God.

    Had

    I felt

    awe

    in

    the

    presence

    of

    the

    Sphinx,

    Gdipus

    g

    I

    could

    not

    have

    answered

    its riddle

    and

    I

    should

    not

    have

    been

    king'

    BorH

    cFroRUsBs:

    It's

    no

    good,

    CEdipus,

    it's no good'

    You

    know

    very

    well

    that with

    Tiresias even

    a

    king

    can't

    have

    the

    last

    word'

    Rrcrlr-HAND

    cHoRUS:

    No

    doubt

    you

    vanquished

    the

    Sphinx;

    but

    remember

    that afterr'vards you

    pre-

    s,imed,

    having

    solved

    the riddle,

    to

    do

    without

    the

    auguries

    of the

    birds.

    LEFT-HAND

    cno*us'

    And

    then when the

    birds

    troubled

    your sleep,

    you

    deceitfully told

    us that

    we

    could

    lill

    th"-

    off,

    in

    defiance

    of

    Tiresias.

    BorH

    cHonusas:

    They

    made

    an

    excellent

    stew;

    but

    we

    realized

    that

    we

    had done wrong

    when God

    destroyed

    our crops

    with

    a

    plague

    of caterpillars.

    RrcHT-HAND

    ctroRUS:

    And

    if

    we

    fasted

    that

    year,

    it

    rvas

    from penitence,

    of course-

    LEFr-HAND

    cHoRUs:

    But also

    because we

    had

    nothing

    left

    to

    eat.

    BorH

    cHoRusus:

    And

    so

    from now on,

    in total obedi-

    ence,

    we

    urge

    you

    to

    listen

    to

    Tiresias.

    cEDrpus

    (to

    his

    sorzs):

    The

    people

    would

    always

    rather

    have

    a

    religious

    interpretation

    than explain

    things

    naturally-there's

    nothing

    to

    be

    done

    about

    it.

    (To

    Ti,resias)

    All

    right-get

    on with

    it.

    TTRESTAS:

    The

    royal

    police

    can seek

    out

    the criminal.

    But

    while

    we

    are

    waiting

    for them

    to find

    him, I

    beseech

    every

    one

    of

    you

    to show yourselves

    re-

    pentant;

    for every

    one

    of

    you

    is

    guilty

    before

    God,

    We

    cannot

    imagine

    a man without

    stain.

    There-

    fore

    let each

    of

    you

    descend

    into

    the

    depths

    of

    his being

    and there

    examine

    himself and repent'

    Meanwhile

    a

    few ofierings

    may

    help

    to

    apPease

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    Legends

    Him

    whose

    displeasure

    has

    laid

    so

    severe

    a

    scourge

    upon

    the

    town.

    The dead

    are

    already

    beyond

    counting,

    I was

    walking

    just

    now

    with

    Polynices

    and

    he,

    who

    saw

    what

    I cannot

    see,

    will

    tell you-

    poLyNrcES:

    Yes,

    father,

    not

    far from

    the

    palace we

    came

    upon

    a

    group

    of

    people

    srnitten with

    the

    plague.

    They were

    all

    smeared

    with vomit and

    feces,

    and

    writhing

    in

    some

    terrible

    colic.

    It

    seemed

    as

    if

    each

    r,vere helping

    the

    other to

    die.

    We could

    hear

    nothing,

    all

    around us, but

    their

    weeping,

    and

    sighing,

    and hiccuping,

    And

    when

    they Iooked at

    us-

    cREoN:

    Enough

    Enough

    (lsmene has

    fainted.)

    cEDrpus: Yes,

    quite enough You've

    upset the

    little

    one

    norv

    ETEocLES

    (to

    Polynices):

    You

    shouldn't

    have said

    such things

    in

    front

    of

    your

    sister.

    cEDrpus

    (to

    locasta):

    Be

    good

    enough

    to

    take

    the

    children away.

    (Tiresias

    leaaes

    uith them.)

    Let

    the

    people also leave us.

    I

    want

    to

    think.

    ((Edipus

    and.

    Creon

    are

    left

    alone.)

    cB-EoN; You are inconsequent,

    like all impulsive

    peo-

    ple.

    What

    was

    the

    point

    of

    that oath

    you

    swore

    just

    now?

    cEDrPUs:

    What

    oath?

    cREoN:

    You see-you've

    forgotten

    it

    already.

    But the

    people

    are

    there to remember

    it,

    and

    your

    chil-

    dren

    too,

    And Tiresias

    is

    there to bring it

    back

    to

    your

    mind, You

    swore

    to

    avenge the king's death.

    cEDrpus: That is

    true.

    Why

    was

    the

    criminal not

    prosecuted?

    cREoN:

    The

    who

    GDrPus:

    BY

    who

    cREoN:

    BY

    me

    a

    thought

    it

    im

    to

    it,

    and

    to

    like

    anY

    ot

    cEDIPus:

    Yes,

    bu

    cREoN: Jocasta

    She

    thoug

    should

    be

    reign'

    cEDrPus:

    ]ocast

    ness.

    She

    what

    a

    mo

    mother,

    s

    Tell

    me-h

    him?

    cREoN:

    A

    grea

    cEDrPus:

    And

    children?

    cREoN:

    That's

    reallY

    tel

    (EDTPUS:

    Then

    insist

    on

    cREoN:

    VerY

    dren,

    bec

    CEDIPUS:

    ThA

    cREoN:

    -had

    to

    death

    theY

    wer

    cEDTPUS:

    I

    se

    this

    chil

    cREoNl

    It

    wa

    :

    i

    ,:

    lt

    ll LL,

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    Him

    whose

    displeasure

    has

    Iaid

    so

    severe

    a

    scourge

    upon

    the

    town.

    The

    dead

    are

    ,fr""ai

    beyond

    counting.

    I

    was

    walki"s

    .rt

    now

    with

    olynices

    and

    he,

    who

    saw

    *t?,,r

    cannot

    see,

    will

    telJ

    you_

    t,oLyNrcES:

    yes,

    father,

    not

    far

    from

    the

    palace

    we

    came

    upon

    a

    group

    of

    people

    smitten

    with

    the

    plague.

    They

    werd

    ail

    smejred

    *itf,

    ,ro*it

    una

    feces,

    and

    writhing

    tu

    ;;;;#bte

    cotic.

    It

    seemed

    as

    if

    each

    riere

    helping

    the

    other

    to

    die.

    We

    could

    hear.nothing,

    utt'nr8,rrJ

    us,

    but

    their

    yeepjnq,

    and

    sighing,

    and

    hiccuping.

    And

    when

    they

    looked

    at

    us_

    Enought

    Enoughl

    (Ismene

    has

    fatntid.)

    Yes,

    quite

    enough

    youve

    upset

    the

    little

    one

    now

    (to

    porynices):

    you

    shouldn,t

    have

    said

    such

    things

    in

    front

    of

    yourui.t".--

    -

    locasta).:_Be

    good

    "no,lgh

    to

    take

    the

    cnildren

    arvay.

    (

    Tiresias

    leaaes

    iitn

    them.)

    le-t

    t\qeopte

    also ieave

    "r.

    i-*r",i"",ir",..

    (CEdipus

    and

    Creon

    are

    left

    ,i;";.i-'

    You

    are

    inconsequent,

    like

    all

    impulsive

    peo_

    ple.

    What

    was

    the

    point

    of

    th;-";tfi

    you

    swore

    just

    nowP

    What

    oathp

    You

    see_you,ve

    forgotten

    it

    already.

    But

    the

    people

    are

    there

    to.

    reniember

    it,

    ;;;

    your

    chil_

    dren

    too.

    And

    Tir

    your

    mind.

    y",

    ,illlT

    -'s

    there

    to

    bring

    lt

    back

    to

    rhat

    is

    ""x"iil;';:1*"J:"Iff;"1"T1;

    rosecuted?

    GdiPus

    I r

    cREoN:

    The

    whole

    thing

    was

    hushed

    up'

    .EDrPus:

    BY

    whom'l

    ]"o;;

    gJ

    *"

    at

    first'

    I

    was

    regent

    at the

    time,

    and

    I

    **-at

    o"gll,

    it

    imprudent

    to

    call

    the people's

    attention

    ,,

    rii"a

    to

    lit

    them

    see

    that

    a

    king

    may

    be

    killed

    like

    anY

    other

    man'

    GDTPUS:

    Yes,

    but

    theY

    know

    it

    nolv'

    Iro*,

    Tocasta

    also

    opposed

    the

    idea of

    an inquiry'

    "'*

    Sh"'

    thought-and

    very wisely-that

    nothing

    should

    be

    allowed

    to

    darken

    the

    first

    days

    of

    your

    reign.

    ."rr*rrl focasta

    has

    always

    watched

    over

    my

    happi-

    --

    ,r"rr.

    She

    is

    perfect,

    Jocasta'

    What

    a

    wife

    And

    what

    a

    mother

    For

    me,

    who

    never

    knew

    my

    orvn

    mother,

    she

    has

    been

    wife

    and

    mother

    in one'

    Tell

    me-her

    first

    husband,

    did

    she

    really

    love

    him?

    cREoNr

    A

    great

    deal

    less

    than you,

    that's

    certain'

    cEDrpus:

    A-nd

    another

    thing-didn't

    they

    have

    auy

    children?

    cREoN:

    That's

    a long

    story.

    I

    don't

    know

    really

    tell

    you

    about it.

    ompus:-Then

    you

    should

    not

    have

    begun'

    insist

    on

    knowing'

    cREoN:

    Very

    well.

    They

    didn't

    want

    to

    have

    any

    chil-

    dren,

    because

    the

    oracle-

    cEDTPUS:

    That

    oracle

    again

    cREoN:

    -had

    predicted

    that

    Laius

    would

    be

    stabbed

    to

    death by

    his

    own

    son.

    But,

    one

    festive

    evening,

    they

    were

    careless-

    cEDrpus:

    I

    see

    what you

    mean.

    And

    what

    became

    of

    this

    child

    of

    drunkenness?

    cREoN:

    It was

    a

    son. As

    soon

    as

    he was

    born

    they

    gave

    if

    I

    should

    But

    now

    I

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    to

    a

    shepherd,

    whose

    sad

    duty

    it

    was

    to abandon

    him

    on

    the

    mountainside,

    where

    he

    was

    eaten

    by wild

    beasts,

    cEDr?us

    r Is

    this

    shepherd

    still

    alive?

    cneoNr

    You

    ask too

    many

    questions.

    If

    you want

    my

    advice-don't

    fret

    about

    it.

    Live

    in

    peace.

    cEDrpusi

    With

    such

    a

    thorn

    in

    my

    pillow,

    I

    fear

    I

    should

    never

    sleep

    soundly

    again.

    Besides,

    you

    heard

    what

    was

    said:

    it

    is

    God

    s

    will

    that

    ihe

    murderer

    should

    be

    punished.

    cREoN:

    {I

    d"ur

    CEdipus,

    oracles

    are

    all

    very

    well

    for

    the

    people,

    but

    they

    can't

    dictate

    to

    us.

    We

    who

    rule

    should

    use

    them

    to reinforce

    our

    author-

    ity,

    and

    interpret

    them

    as

    suits

    us

    best,

    They

    told

    us

    that

    Laius

    would

    be

    killed

    by

    his

    son;

    tut it

    was

    the

    son who

    died.

    Laius

    is dead,

    all

    the

    same,

    you may

    say.

    If

    he

    were

    alive,

    you

    would

    not

    be

    sitting

    on

    his

    throne,

    So

    don't

    distress

    yourself

    about

    his

    loss,

    and

    don't

    worry

    about

    the'*u.rrr".

    of

    his

    death.

    Whoever

    killed

    him

    did

    it for

    you;

    fre

    played

    your

    game;

    it's

    not

    for

    you

    to

    punish

    him,

    but

    rather

    to

    give

    him

    a

    reward.

    cEDrpus:

    And

    what

    would

    Tiresias

    say?

    cREoN:

    Are

    you afraid

    of him?

    cEDrpus:

    Not-exactly.

    But

    he

    has

    the

    ear

    of

    the

    peo_

    ple. And

    I myself

    sometimes

    find

    the

    souni

    of

    his

    voice

    disquieting-yes,

    the

    sound

    of

    it_it,s

    as if

    it

    came

    from

    the

    nether

    world.

    Here

    he

    is

    again.

    He

    approaches,

    and

    yet

    one

    never

    hears

    his

    step.

    What

    do

    you want

    with

    us,

    Tiresias?

    (Tiresias

    has

    come

    in.)

    TmEsrAs:

    CEdipus,

    the

    queen

    would

    like

    to

    speak

    to

    you.

    She

    is

    waiting

    for

    you in

    the

    palace.

    (Exit

    GdiPus

    Besides,

    I

    heard

    every w

    cREoN:

    You

    were

    TTRESTAS:

    I can

    he

    hear

    people's

    it

    is

    not

    a g

    reassured'

    cREoN:

    What

    do

    TrR-ESTAS:

    His

    min

    soul

    is like so

    find

    no

    entra

    fear

    of

    God,

    untroubled

    h

    start

    a

    little

    cREoN:

    Why?

    TTRESTAS:

    Because

    little

    crack

    th

    Eteocles

    and

    with

    every

    d

    confirm

    it:

    th

    them

    that

    the

    which

    every

    you

    in

    my

    o

    God

    whom

    and

    of

    our

    pi

    '

    people,

    who

    scourge

    whic

    being

    punish

    over,

    how

    c

    Jocasta

    love

    the

    God

    who

    self,

    Creon,

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    Two

    Legends

    over

    to

    a shepherd,

    whose

    sad

    duty

    it

    was

    abandon

    him

    on

    the

    mountainside,

    where

    he

    eaten

    by

    wild

    beasts.

    Is this

    shepherd

    still

    alive?

    You

    ask

    too

    many

    questions.

    If

    you

    want

    my

    fret

    about

    it.

    Live

    in peace.

    With

    such

    a

    thorn

    in

    my

    pillow,

    I

    fear

    I

    never

    sleep

    soundly

    again.

    Besides,

    you

    what

    was

    said:

    it

    is

    Gid,s

    will

    that

    ihe

    should

    be

    punished.

    {I

    dear

    CEdipus,

    oracles

    are

    all

    very

    well

    the

    people,

    but

    they

    can't

    dictate

    to

    us.

    We

    rule

    should

    use

    them

    to

    reinforce

    our

    author-

    and interpret

    them

    as

    suits

    us

    best.

    They

    told

    that

    Laius

    would

    be

    killed

    by

    his

    son;

    tut

    it

    the

    son

    who

    died.

    Laius

    is

    dead,

    all

    the

    same,

    say.

    If he

    were

    alive,

    you

    would

    not

    be

    on his

    throne.

    So don't

    distress

    yourself

    his

    loss,

    and

    don't

    worry

    about

    the

    manner

    his

    death.

    Whoever

    killed

    him

    did

    it for

    you;

    nlayed

    your

    game;

    it's

    not

    for

    you

    to

    punish

    but

    rather

    to

    give

    him

    a

    reward,

    And

    what

    would

    Tiresias

    say?

    Are

    you

    afraid

    of him?

    Not-exactly.

    But

    he

    has

    the

    ear

    of

    the

    peo_

    And

    I

    myself

    sometimes

    find

    the

    souni

    of

    voice

    disquieting-yes,

    the

    sound

    of

    it_it,s

    if

    it

    came

    from

    the

    nether

    world.

    Here

    he

    is

    He

    approaches,

    and

    yet one

    never

    hears

    step.

    What do

    you want

    with

    us,

    Tiresiasp

    has

    ccmte

    in.)

    CEdipus,

    the

    qleen

    would

    like

    to

    speak

    to

    She

    is

    waiting

    for

    you

    in

    the

    palace.

    Gdipus

    13

    {Exit

    G,di.pus.

    To

    Creon)

    Besides,

    I

    wanted'him

    to

    leave

    us

    alone. I

    heard

    every

    word

    you

    were saying.

    cREoN:

    You

    were

    listening?

    rrnESrAS:

    I

    can

    hear without listening. Even

    before

    I

    hear

    people's

    voices I

    know their thoughts,

    Creon,

    it

    is

    not

    a

    good

    thing that CEdipus

    should

    be

    reassured.

    cREoN:

    What

    do you

    mean?

    TTRESTAS:

    His mind

    is

    already

    too much

    at rest. His

    soul

    is like

    some

    sealed vessel, to which

    fear can

    ffnd

    no

    entrance,

    My

    authority

    is

    based

    on

    the,

    fear

    of God, and

    there

    is

    blasphemy

    in

    CEdipus'

    untroubled

    happiness.

    It

    is for

    you, Creon, to

    start

    a

    little

    crack

    in that happiness.

    l

    cnroN:

    WhyP

    rrnEsrAs:

    Because

    it

    is

    by means of

    that

    disquieting

    little crack that

    God

    will

    ffnd a way

    into

    his heart.

    Eteocles and Polynices are

    giving

    me

    the slip-

    with

    every day

    I ieel

    *or"

    ,i."

    oi

    it.

    locasta

    will

    confirm

    it:

    their

    father's

    example

    has

    persuaded

    them that they can cut free from

    the authority

    to

    which

    every man should bow.

    I do not

    speak to

    you

    in

    my

    own

    name,

    but in

    the name

    of the

    God whom

    I

    represent;

    in

    the name of

    Jocasta

    and of our

    pious

    Antigone;

    and

    in

    the

    name

    of the

    people, who

    live

    in terror,

    inferring

    from

    the

    scourge

    which now

    afHicts them that

    they are

    being

    punished for their king's incredulity.

    More-

    over,

    how

    can

    Antigone revere a {ather,

    and

    Jocasta

    love

    a

    husband,

    whose heart has

    rejected

    the

    God whom

    both

    of

    them worship? You

    your-

    self,

    Creon, must

    see

    that it is

    in everyone's in.

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    ii

    it

    li

    lj

    ::

    .

    l

    ):

    i:

    t+ Two

    Legends

    terest

    that

    a king should

    bow

    to a

    higher

    power

    to whom each

    and

    all

    may appeal-be

    it

    even

    against

    their

    king.

    (Enter

    locasta.)

    JocAsra:

    CEdipus is dumbfounded

    by

    the

    news I

    have

    just

    given

    him:

    Antigone

    wishes to take

    orders.

    cREoN:

    Antigone

    a vestal

    rrRESrAs:

    It's

    not

    surprising.

    The

    dear

    child

    hopes

    in

    this way

    to

    offset

    her father's

    impiety.

    JocASTA:

    She

    has

    confided her

    intentions

    to

    me,

    but

    they

    are

    to

    remain

    a secret.

    Her brothers

    as

    yet

    know nothing

    of

    them.

    cnxoN: Ah,

    poor childl

    rrRESrAs:

    Why poor? She will

    ftnd in God

    a surer

    happiness than

    any fEdipus

    can

    show-a saintly

    felicity

    consisting not in

    pride,

    but in humility.

    cREoN: I

    think

    too

    that

    she was

    much distressed

    by

    the misfortunes

    of

    the

    people.

    JocASrA:

    She

    begged me

    to let

    her

    nurse the

    sick.

    I protested that that could

    not

    be

    fit

    work

    for a

    princess.

    "Then

    let

    me pray

    for

    them,

    intercede

    for

    them," she said, And

    she added, more

    quietly:

    ,

    "and

    perhaps

    too

    for-"

    but could not

    go

    on for

    tears.

    TrRESras:

    For

    someone

    yet

    more

    gavely

    ill.

    cREoN:

    Was

    she

    thinking of her father?

    TTRESTAS: Of

    course. How

    did

    CEdipus take itP

    JocASrA:

    At

    first he was both

    angry and

    afironted.

    Then

    he

    cried

    out that

    he recognized

    Tiresias'

    hand

    in

    the matter.

    TTRESTAS:

    I am

    merely

    God's

    instrument.

    But, since

    He

    is

    working through me, He

    will

    not now

    stay

    His

    hand.

    TocAsrA:

    MY

    belo

    "

    stancY,

    all

    cou

    offer

    these

    th

    dutY-that

    I

    TBESIAS:

    Creon

    m

    the

    king

    s

    se

    disposed

    to

    a

    cREoN:

    I

    shall

    be

    succeed.

    CEd

    bores

    him.

    TTRESIAS:

    God

    wi

    me,

    with

    the

    cREoN:

    God

    has

    TmESIAS:

    OnIY

    to

    insPiration'

    JocASrAi

    I

    Put

    m

    is

    through

    Yo

    Most

    High.

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    Two

    Legends

    terest

    that

    a king

    should

    bow

    to

    a higher

    power

    to

    whom

    each

    and

    all

    may

    appeal_Jbe

    it'even

    against

    their

    king.

    (Enter

    locasta.)

    CEdipus

    is

    dumbfounded

    by

    the

    news

    I

    have

    just

    given

    him:

    Antigone

    *irh",

    to

    take

    orders.

    Antigone

    a vestal

    It's

    not

    surprising.

    The

    dear

    child

    hopes

    in

    his

    way

    to

    offset

    her

    father's

    impietv.

    She

    has

    confided

    her

    intent'ioni

    to

    me,

    but

    are

    to

    remain

    a

    secret.

    Her

    brother,

    ",

    y"i

    nothing

    of

    them.

    Ah,

    poor

    child

    Why

    poor?

    She

    will

    ffnd

    in

    God

    a

    surer

    than

    any

    CEdipus

    can

    show_a

    saintly

    consisting

    not-in

    iride,

    but

    in

    humility.

    I think

    too

    that

    she

    was

    much

    distrerr"d

    by

    misfortunes

    of

    the

    people.

    She

    begged

    me

    to

    let

    her

    nurse

    the

    sick.

    protested

    that

    that

    could

    not

    be

    fit

    work

    for

    a

    "Then

    let

    me pray

    for

    them,

    intercede

    them,"

    she

    said.

    andihe

    added,

    more

    quietly:

    perhaps

    too for-"

    but

    could

    not

    go on

    ftr

    For

    someone

    yet

    more

    gravety

    ill.

    Was

    she

    thinking

    of

    her

    fatheri

    Of

    course.

    How

    did

    CEdipus

    take

    it?

    At

    ffrst

    he

    was

    both

    angry

    and

    afironted.

    he

    cried

    out

    that

    he

    recognized

    Tiresias,

    in

    the

    matter.

    I

    am

    merely

    God's

    instrument.

    But,

    since

    is

    working

    through

    me,

    He

    will

    not

    now

    stay

    hand.

    Gdipus

    r5

    TocAsrA:

    My

    beloved

    husband

    is

    all

    virtue,

    all

    con-

    stancy,

    all

    courage;

    ttrat

    he should be brought to

    offer

    these

    things

    to

    God should be our

    dearest

    duty-that

    I

    know

    very well,

    Tiresias.

    rrRESrAs:

    Creon

    must

    help me. He

    will

    break

    down

    the

    king's

    self-confidence

    and make him more

    disposed

    to

    accept what

    I say.

    cREoN:

    I shall

    be glad

    to try,

    but I

    can't promise

    to

    succeed.

    CEdipus does

    not

    readily listen

    to

    what

    bores

    him.

    rmESrAs:

    God

    will

    inspire you,

    as

    He

    has inspired

    me,

    with

    the rvay to

    touch

    him

    on the quick.

    cREoN:

    God

    has never

    inspired

    me

    very

    much.

    rrRESrAs:

    Only

    to the blind

    does

    He

    give

    all His

    inspiration.

    JocASra:

    I put

    myself

    in

    your

    hands,

    Tiresias,

    for it

    is through you

    thai we

    learn

    the

    decisions of the

    Most

    High.

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    ACT

    II

    O

    Gd,ipus,

    O

    rashly

    engendered

    son

    of

    ilrunkenness

    EIIRIPIDES:

    PH(ENICIANS

    (Gdi,pus

    and

    Creon

    come

    dounstage,

    in conoer'

    sation.)

    cREoN:

    If

    we

    were

    not

    so

    unlike

    each

    other,

    we should

    take

    less

    pleasure

    in

    our

    conversations'

    If

    I enjoy

    talking

    to- you,

    dear

    brother-in-law,

    it

    is because

    yo,

    ilo*'-e

    to

    glimpse

    things-that

    I should

    never

    have

    remarked

    for

    myself'

    Where

    you

    are

    all for novelfy

    and experiment,

    I

    myself

    am

    bound

    by

    the

    past.

    Tradition

    I respect,

    and

    custom,

    and

    "rtnbtit-h"d

    law.

    But

    do

    you

    not

    agree

    that some-

    body

    in

    a state

    should

    stand

    for

    those

    things,

    and

    thai

    I represent,

    vis-i-vis

    your

    spirit

    of

    initiative,

    a

    desirable

    counterpoise?

    I

    keep

    you

    from

    going

    too

    fast,

    I act

    as

    a

    brake

    on

    those

    over-venture-

    some

    projects

    of yours-they

    could

    often put

    the

    social'system

    out

    of

    joint,

    you

    know,

    if I

    wasn't

    there

    to

    clog you

    and

    weigh

    you

    down'

    cEDlrus:

    (absent'mindadly)

    :

    Perhaps'

    cREoN:

    Family

    feeling

    runs

    especially--strong

    in

    me

    You are

    ot

    e

    of my family,

    after

    all,

    and

    I am

    as

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    r 8

    T'uo

    Legends

    interested

    in

    your

    children

    as

    I am

    in

    my

    own'

    Allow

    me

    to

    ask

    after

    Ismene's

    health'

    She

    is

    a

    nervous

    child,

    and

    when

    she

    fainted

    yesterday,

    while

    her

    brother

    was

    telling

    us-

    (EDTPUS:

    That's

    all over

    now.

    cREoN:

    All

    the same,

    you

    ought

    to

    see

    that

    she takes

    more

    exercise.

    Jocasta

    too-I

    don't

    think

    she's

    been

    very

    well

    ior

    some

    little

    time.

    It upsets

    her

    when things

    go

    badly

    for

    the

    people'

    You

    should

    try

    to

    take

    her mind

    ofi

    it'

    cEDTPUS:

    Oh,

    quite.

    Quite.

    cREoN:

    And

    when

    we

    are

    less

    busy

    I

    must

    talk

    to

    you

    about

    your

    two

    boys'

    Tiresias

    is a good

    teacher,

    of

    couise,

    but

    they

    don't

    seem

    to

    pay

    much

    atten-

    tion

    to

    him. They're

    a

    couple

    of

    rebels-I

    can't

    quite

    define

    it,

    but

    there's

    no

    doubt

    they

    get

    it

    fiom yor.

    Has

    Eteocles

    read

    you

    his

    reflections

    on

    the

    malady

    of

    the

    age?

    cEDTPUS:

    On

    the

    plague?

    cREoN:

    No,

    no-the

    Matady

    of the

    Age,

    with

    the

    sub-

    lillet

    Our

    Presortt

    Disiontents'

    Naturally

    his

    dis-

    contents

    are

    of

    a most

    elevated sort.

    He's a

    phe-

    nomenon,

    that

    boy.

    And

    for

    good

    looks,

    strength,

    and

    intelligence,

    Polynices

    is

    his

    equal'

    They

    must

    both

    be

    like what you

    were

    at their

    age'

    I

    expect

    you

    recognize

    yourself

    in

    them'

    (EDTPUS:

    Sometimes.

    cREoN:

    They

    are unquiet

    spirits.

    Btrt at

    least

    they

    have your

    example

    before

    their

    eyes.

    Whereas

    you,

    feeling yourself

    a

    stranger

    at

    Polybius'court-

    is

    that

    why you

    went

    away?

    Weren't you

    at

    ease

    in

    his

    palace?

    cEDrpus:

    I?

    I

    lived llke

    a fighting-cock.

    But,

    to

    begin

    with,

    I

    don't enjoy

    being

    coddled.

    At

    that

    time

    I

    CR

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    Legeruds

    interested in

    your

    children

    as f am

    in

    my

    own.

    Allow

    me to ask

    after

    Ismene's health.

    She

    is

    a

    nervous child, and when

    she

    fainted

    yesterday,

    while

    her brrother

    was telling

    us-

    cDTPUS:

    That's

    all

    over now.

    cREoN: All

    the

    same,

    you

    ought

    to see that

    she takes

    more exercise.

    Jocasta

    too-I

    don't

    think

    she's

    been very well

    for

    some little

    time. It

    upsets her

    when things

    go

    badly

    for

    the

    people.

    You

    should

    try

    to take her mind

    off it,

    cEDTPUS:

    Oh,

    quite.

    Quite.

    cREoN: And when we are less

    busy

    I

    must talk to

    you

    about your

    two

    boys. Tiresias

    is

    a

    good teacher,

    of course, but they dont

    seem

    to

    pay

    much

    atten-

    tion to him.

    They're

    a couple

    of

    rebels-I can't

    quite

    define

    it, but

    there's

    no doubt

    they

    get

    it

    from

    you.

    Has Eteocles

    read

    you

    his reflections

    on the malady

    of the age?

    cEDTPUS: On the

    plague?

    cnEoN: No, no-the

    Malady

    of the

    Age,

    with the

    sub-

    tiil.e:

    Our Prosent

    Discontents.

    Naturally his dis-

    contents are

    of

    a

    most elevated

    sort. He's a phe-

    nomenon,

    that boy.

    And for

    good

    looks,

    strength,

    and

    intelligence,

    Polynices

    is his

    equal. They

    must both

    be

    like

    what

    you

    were

    at their

    age. I

    expect

    you

    recognize

    yourself in them.

    GDTPUs:

    Sometimes,

    cREoN:

    They are

    unquiet

    spirits.

    But

    at least

    they

    have

    your

    example

    before

    their

    eyes.

    Whereas

    you,

    feeling

    yourself a

    stranger

    at

    Polybius'court-

    Is that why

    you went away?

    Weren't

    you

    at

    ease

    in his

    palace?

    cEDrpus:

    I?

    I lived

    like

    a fighting-cock.

    But,

    to

    begin

    with,

    I

    don't enjoy being

    coddled.

    At

    that time

    I

    CEdiPus

    tg

    believed

    I

    was

    Polybius'

    son.

    Then

    one

    day

    a

    soothsayer

    came

    to the

    court

    and

    be,gan

    telling

    fortunes.

    Everybody

    wanted

    to

    consult

    him'

    My

    turn

    came.

    He

    turned

    pale,

    refused

    to speak

    in

    the

    hearing

    of

    the

    others,

    took

    me

    on

    one

    side,

    and

    told

    me

    that

    I

    was

    destined

    to

    kill

    my

    father.

    At

    first

    I

    laughed

    at

    his

    prediction,

    but

    he was

    so

    sure

    of

    himself

    that

    I thought

    it best

    to

    take

    pre-

    cautions;

    and

    the

    first

    of

    these

    was

    to

    speak

    frankly

    to

    Polybius

    and

    to

    tell

    him that

    the surest

    way

    not

    to

    fulfill

    this

    disastrous

    forecast

    was

    for

    ms

    to

    leave

    his

    court

    forever,

    much

    as

    it would

    grieve

    me

    to

    do so,

    for

    I

    loved

    him.

    It

    was

    then,

    Ind

    in

    order

    to reassure

    me,

    that

    he revealed

    to

    me

    that

    I was

    not

    his child,

    that

    he

    had

    adopted

    me,

    and

    that,

    as

    far

    as

    he was

    concerned,

    I

    there-

    fore

    had

    nothing

    to

    fear.

    As

    to

    who

    had been

    my

    father,

    he

    couldn't

    enlighten

    me.

    A

    shepherd,

    while

    driving

    his

    flock

    to

    pasture,

    had

    found

    me

    on the

    mountainside,

    hanging

    by

    one

    foot,

    like

    a

    fruit,

    from

    the

    low

    branches

    of

    a shrub

    (that's

    why

    I

    am slightly

    lame)-naked,

    expo,sed

    to

    wind

    and

    rain,

    as

    if I

    had

    been

    the

    fruit

    of

    some

    clan-

    destine passion,

    an

    unwanted,

    compromising

    child.

    .

    .

    .

    cREoN:

    A

    bastard.

    Yes,

    I can

    understand

    that

    that

    must

    be

    verY

    Pain{ul.

    cEDrpus:

    Oh,

    ceriainly

    not-I

    dont

    at

    all

    mind

    know-

    ing

    that

    I

    am

    a

    bastard.

    When

    I

    thought

    I

    -was

    Po"lybius'

    son,

    I

    tried

    to ape

    his

    virtues'

    I

    kept

    asking

    myself

    :

    "What

    is there

    in

    me

    that

    I

    do

    not

    o*"

    tlo

    my

    forefathers?"

    Attentive

    to

    the

    lesson

    of

    the past,

    I looked

    only

    to

    yesterday-for

    approval

    andidvice.

    Then suddenly the thread

    was

    broken'

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    Ttao

    Legends

    I

    had gushed

    up

    from

    the unknown;

    no longer

    any past,

    no longer any

    father's

    example,

    nothing

    to

    lean on

    any more; everything

    to be

    built up

    anew-country,

    forefathers-all to

    be

    invented,

    all

    to be

    discovered. Nobody

    to take after

    but

    myself.

    What

    does

    it matter from that

    moment

    whether

    I

    am a Greek

    or a Welshman?

    O

    Creon,

    you

    who

    are so submissive,

    so

    orthodox

    in

    every

    way,

    how

    could

    you

    understand

    the splendor

    of

    such

    demands?

    To

    know nothing of

    one's

    parents

    is a summons

    to

    excel.

    cREoN:

    But

    all the

    same,

    why

    did you

    leave Polybius

    after

    he

    had

    given you

    this reassurance?

    He

    had

    adopted you,

    and

    had

    no

    children

    of

    his

    own.

    You

    had

    every

    hope

    of

    succeeding

    him

    on

    his

    throne.

    (EDrpus:

    I

    detest that

    kind of

    promotion and

    want

    nothing

    that

    I

    have not

    earned

    on my

    own merits.

    Great

    qualities

    were

    dormant rvithin

    me, and

    I

    could

    not bear them

    to

    lie

    quiescent,

    I

    felt

    that

    in

    the

    peace

    and

    comfort

    of Polybius'

    court

    I

    was

    missing

    my

    destiny.

    cREoN:

    It

    is

    quite

    natural

    that I

    should

    look at things

    difierently. Had I

    been a bastard, perhaps

    I

    too

    should

    have

    striven

    to acquire such

    things,

    both

    spiritual

    and

    material,

    as

    had not come

    to me by

    lawful

    inheritance. But

    I

    was

    the

    son

    of one

    king

    and

    the brother

    of another.

    I

    cannot be

    other than

    conservative, Without

    being myself

    a

    king,

    I

    enjoyed

    at

    Laius' court,

    as

    I

    now enjoy

    at

    your

    own,

    all the advantages

    of

    a crown,

    with

    none of

    its

    burdens

    and anxieties.

    cEDrpus:

    Enjoy them

    in

    peace,

    Creon, enjoy

    them

    in

    peace.

    No

    doubt

    it

    is all to

    the

    good

    that

    men

    of

    mY

    temPeram

    see

    the

    children

    without

    showing

    (G,di,Pus

    and

    C

    stage.

    Enter

    Ant

    ror,YNrcrs,

    F

    ree

    th

    first

    removes

    the

    oort

    to

    the

    min

    I.

    aNrrGoNE:

    It

    You

    g

    will

    warP

    the

    m

    mY

    mind

    has

    ta

    able

    to

    think

    there

    is

    no

    lon

    directs

    itself

    to

    PoLYMCES:

    Go

    on'

    ANTTcoNE:

    -directs

    PoLYNTcES:

    WhY

    d

    ANTtcoNE:

    Because

    God.

    PoLYNTcES:

    God

    is

    of

    Your

    though

    ANrrcoNE:

    With

    a

    If

    I

    were

    talk

    saY:

    "with

    aII

    thL

    soul

    eithe

    PoLYNTcES:

    PerhaP

    in

    vours'

    Bu

    J4

    exist

    apart

    tro

    ANTIGoNE:

    WhY

    Y

    Him'

    PoLYNTcES:

    You

    s

    virtues.

    ANTTcoNE:

    On

    the

    There

    is no

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    Legmds

    up

    from

    the unknown; no longer

    no longer

    any

    father's

    example, nothing

    more; everything

    to

    be

    built

    up

    forefathers-all

    to

    be

    invented,

    discovered.

    Nobody to take after

    but

    does

    it matter from that

    moment

    I am a Greek or a Welshman?

    O

    Creon,

    are so submissive, so orthodox in

    every

    could you understand

    the

    splendor of

    To

    know nothing

    of

    one's

    parents

    to

    excel.

    the same, why did

    you

    leave

    Polybius

    given you

    this reassurance?

    He

    had

    you,

    and

    had

    no

    children

    of

    his

    own.

    every hope

    of

    succeeding him

    on his

    that kind

    of

    promotion and want

    I

    have not

    earned on my own

    merits.

    were dormant rvithin

    me, and

    I

    bear them

    to

    lie

    quiescent.

    I

    felt

    that

    and comfort

    of Polybius' court

    I

    was

    destiny,

    natural that I should look

    at things

    I

    been a bastard,

    perhaps

    I

    too

    striven

    to acquire

    such things,

    both

    as

    had not

    come to

    me

    by

    But

    I

    was the

    son of one king

    another.

    I

    cannot be other

    than

    Without

    being myself

    a

    king,

    I

    Laius'court,

    as

    I now

    enjoy at

    your

    advantages

    of a crown,

    with

    none

    of

    and

    anxieties.

    in

    peace, Creon, enjoy them in

    doubt

    it

    is

    all

    to

    the

    good

    that

    men

    CEdiPus

    2r

    of

    my

    temperament

    should

    be

    very

    rare'

    But

    I

    r""",i,"-

    "irifdren

    coming'

    Let

    us

    listen

    to

    them

    without

    showing

    ourselves'

    ( (Ed,ip'us

    and,

    Croon

    uithdlaw

    to

    the

    side

    of

    the

    iro

    gu.' n"t

    n,

    Antigone

    and

    P

    ohlnic-es')

    no"#iirt,Free

    thoight

    is

    impossible

    unless

    one

    '""^iir*

    t"*oves

    the

    tivist

    that

    religious

    practices

    im-

    nort

    to

    the

    mind'

    ^*"r5o*,-fiyoo

    giu"

    way

    to

    the

    passions'

    they

    too

    """^*iff*urp

    tt'""*i"a,

    at'd

    mote

    dangerously'

    Yes'

    *v

    *tdnus

    taken

    io

    itself

    the

    bent

    of

    only

    being

    ;;il;-.hi;k

    straight'

    I

    can

    promise

    you

    that

    ih"r"

    i,

    no

    longer

    iny

    impulse

    of

    my

    being

    but

    directs

    itself

    toward-

    PoLYNIcES:

    Go

    on'

    o*r"o*u,

    -directs

    itself

    toward'God'

    ;;;;;;,

    whY

    didn't

    You

    say

    that

    at

    once?

    ;;;;,

    Beca,,se

    I

    kriow

    that

    you

    dont

    believe

    in

    God.

    poLYNrcES:

    God

    is

    simply

    what

    you

    pyt.1t

    the

    far

    end

    of

    vour

    thoughts''O'o

    yo'

    teally

    beliet'e

    in

    Him?

    ^"r;;J;'

    *il;ii

    ;v

    hJart

    and

    with

    all mv

    mind'

    If

    I

    were

    talking'to

    anybody

    but

    you

    I

    should

    ,uvt

    "*ith

    all

    mi

    soul"'

    But

    you

    don't

    believe

    in

    thl soul

    either'

    *o"t*"ur,

    Perhaps

    you'Il

    end

    by

    making

    me

    believe

    '*-;;"*'

    g"i

    til'it

    God

    you

    speak

    of-does

    He

    exiit

    aPart

    from

    Yourself?

    ANTTGoNE:

    khy

    y"',

    since

    it

    is

    He

    who

    draws

    me

    to

    Him.

    poLYNrcES:

    You

    simply

    see

    the

    reflection

    of

    your

    own

    virtues.

    ANrrcoNE:

    On

    the

    contrary,

    I

    am

    myself

    the

    reflection'

    There

    is

    no

    virtue

    but

    has

    its

    source

    in

    Him'

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    Tuto

    Legends

    poLyNrcES:

    Listen,

    Antigone.

    Dont

    blush

    at

    what

    I

    am

    going

    to

    ask

    you.

    ANrrcoNE:

    I

    am

    blushing

    already.

    But

    go

    on.

    poLyNrcES;

    Is

    one

    forbidden

    to

    marry

    one,s

    sister?

    ANrrcoNE:

    Yes,

    of

    course-forbidden

    by

    God

    and

    man

    alike.

    Why do

    you askp

    poLyNrcES:

    Because

    is

    I could

    marry

    you

    absolutely,

    I

    think

    I

    should

    Iet

    myself

    be

    guided

    by

    yi"

    toward your

    God.

    ANTTGoNE:

    How

    can

    one

    hope

    to attain

    what

    is

    good

    while

    doing

    what

    is

    evil?

    por,yNrcEs:

    Good,

    evil-those

    are

    the

    only

    words

    you

    know.

    ANrrcoNE:

    Not

    a

    word

    comes

    to my

    lips

    that

    has

    not

    first

    been

    in

    my

    heart.

    (Creon

    and

    Gdipus

    are

    sti.ll

    in

    hiding,

    and,

    re_

    rnain

    so

    during

    the

    next

    scena.)

    cREoN (to

    CEdipus):

    But

    look

    here

    That,s

    incest_I

    can't

    stomach

    that.

    cEDrpus:

    Be

    quiet.

    (Po_lynices

    and

    Antigone

    go off.

    Enter

    Eteocles

    and lsmene.)

    TsMENE:

    It's

    rare

    to

    find

    you

    alone-you,re

    always

    with

    your

    brother,

    How

    do

    you manage

    to

    get

    on

    so

    well

    with

    him?

    ETEocLES:

    Surely it's

    natural

    that

    one,s

    brother

    should

    understand

    one

    better

    than

    somebody

    from

    out_

    sideP

    ISMENE:

    Antigone

    and

    I have

    such

    difierent

    tastes

    that

    I

    quarrel

    with

    her

    all

    the

    time.

    Whenever

    ]

    1i\"

    "

    h1"g,

    she

    reproaches

    me

    and

    says

    it,s

    for_

    bidden.

    I

    don't

    even

    dare

    to

    laugh

    or

    play

    in

    front

    of

    her.

    Of course

    she's

    older

    th;

    I

    arii,

    but

    really

    one

    would

    think

    she'd

    never

    been

    young.

    trTEOCLES:

    PolYnic

    together'

    We

    isn't

    one

    of

    m

    I

    believe,

    tha

    being

    reflecte

    rsMENE:

    I

    don't

    k

    have

    a

    doub

    ablY

    detest

    one

    can't

    sha

    E-TEocLES:

    We

    ha

    TsMENE:

    All

    the

    ETEocLES:

    Poohl

    $MENE:

    And

    wh

    ETEocLES:

    We've

    shall

    reign

    b

    6MENE:

    And

    w

    (ThaY

    laug

    ETEocLES:

    I

    mus

    (Exit

    Eteoc

    ANTIGONE:

    HOW

    in

    mourning

    ISMENE:

    YOU

    dO

    around

    You

    ANTTGoNE:

    Ever

    more

    sorro

    rsNrENE:

    ]oY

    is

    heart.

    One

    weePing

    fo

    svmPathize

    6thit

    P"o

    ANTIGONE:

    ThE

    haPPiness

    TsMENE:

    Some

    ANTIGoNE:

    MY

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    Tuso

    Legends

    Listen,.Antigone.

    Dont

    blush

    at

    what

    I

    am

    going

    to

    ask

    you.

    I am

    blushing

    already.

    But

    go

    on.

    Is

    one

    forbidden

    to

    marry

    Jre,s

    sisterp

    yes,

    of

    course_forbidden

    by

    God

    and

    man

    alike.

    Why

    do

    you

    ask?

    Because

    if

    I

    could

    marry

    vou absolriel.,

    I

    think

    I

    should

    let

    myself

    be

    fuided

    by

    ;;;

    toward

    your

    God.

    How

    can

    one

    hope

    to

    attain

    what

    is

    good

    while

    doing

    what

    is

    evii?

    Good,

    evil*those

    are

    the

    only

    words

    you

    knorv.

    Not

    a

    word

    comes

    to

    my

    lips

    that

    has

    not

    first

    been

    in

    my

    heart.

    (Creon

    and

    CEdipus

    are

    still

    in

    hid,ing,

    and,

    re_

    mai.n

    so

    during

    the

    noxt

    scene.)

    (.to

    CEdipus):

    But

    look

    herei

    That,s

    incest_I

    can't

    stomach

    that.

    Be

    quiet.

    (Polynices

    and

    Antigone

    go

    off.

    Enter

    Eteocles

    and

    lsmene.)

    It's

    rare

    to

    find_

    you

    alone_you,re

    always

    with

    your

    brother,

    How

    do

    yo,

    ,iu.rrg"

    to

    get

    on

    so

    well

    with

    him?

    Surely

    it's

    natural

    that

    one,s

    brother

    should

    understand

    one

    better

    than

    somebody

    from

    out_

    side?

    Antigone

    and

    I

    have

    such

    different

    tastes

    t

    quarrel

    with

    her

    all

    the

    time.

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    li\"

    ,

    thing,

    she

    reproaches

    me

    and

    says

    it,s

    for_

    I

    don't

    everr

    dareto

    Jaugh

    or

    play ln

    front

    Of

    course

    she

    s

    older

    tfrr]"

    f

    arir,

    but

    really

    would

    think

    she,d

    never

    been

    young.

    GdiPws

    23

    ETEocLES:

    Polynices

    and

    I

    were

    born

    and

    brought

    up

    "'"-,L"th"t'

    We

    have

    everything

    in

    common'

    There

    ;;;i;;;

    of

    my

    pleasu'"i'

    'o'

    one

    of rnv

    thoughts'

    iU"t*r",

    thai

    ii

    not

    also

    his-and

    is

    redoubled

    by

    tr

    -i.o

    refected

    in

    him'

    ,-*rli,'i

    do''t

    kt'o*

    that

    I

    should

    very

    much

    like

    to

    ""'"nfr"

    u

    double'

    And

    if

    I

    had

    one'

    I

    should

    prob-

    "tiu

    a","t,

    him'

    Besides,

    there

    are

    some

    things

    one

    can't

    share'

    ETEocLES:

    We

    haven't

    come

    across

    them

    yet'

    i*o*, AII

    the

    same,

    if

    one

    of you

    fell

    in

    love-

    ;;;;;"rt,

    Pooh

    Perhaps

    we

    shall

    pick.on,twins'

    ;*;r,

    And

    when

    it

    comes

    to

    being

    king?

    ;;;;;rt'

    We've

    already

    promised

    each

    other

    that

    we

    shall

    reign

    bY

    turns'

    ,r*r*r,

    Arri

    *t'at

    if

    you

    don't

    ffnd

    those

    twins?

    (TheY

    laugh')

    ETEocLES:"

    I

    must

    go

    and

    ask

    him

    about

    it'

    (Exit

    Eteocles.

    Ente'r

    Antigone')

    ANTIGoNE:

    How

    can

    you

    laugtr

    when

    the

    people

    are

    in

    rnourning?

    **r"*,

    you d8nt

    laugh

    even rvhen

    all

    goes well

    around

    You.

    ANTIGoNE:

    EverYwhere

    on

    more

    sorrow

    than

    ioY'

    this

    earth

    there

    is,

    alas,

    TsMENE:

    Joy

    is

    within

    me,

    and

    I

    hear

    it singing

    in

    my

    h"u.i.

    brr"

    doesn't

    make

    things

    any

    better

    by

    weeping

    for

    those

    r'vho

    are

    unhappy'

    But you

    .r*irutf,ir"

    only

    with

    those

    who

    are

    in

    trouble'

    6thl,

    p"opte's

    tappiness

    puts-you-

    out

    of

    humor'

    ANTTGoNE:

    th&"

    ur"^,-o*"

    people,

    Ismene'

    whose

    happiness

    is

    disquieting'

    rsN,rENE:

    Some

    PeoPIe?

    ;;;";^",

    My'fatirer's'

    The

    more

    I

    love

    him'

    the

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    Tuo

    Legends

    more

    I

    fear

    the

    happiness

    of which

    he

    boasts.

    He

    leaves God out

    of

    account; and

    nothing

    can stand

    solidly

    that has

    not its

    base in God.

    TsMENE:

    I4y

    joy

    is a

    wingdd thing.

    (Thay

    go

    off.)

    cREoN:

    Well

    They certainly

    put

    things

    well,

    those

    children

    of

    yours

    "My

    ioy

    is

    a

    wingdd

    thing"-

    I

    must

    remember

    that. As

    for Antigone,

    it may

    not

    have

    seemed

    very

    rnuch,

    but

    it's

    very

    deep,

    you

    know,

    what she

    was

    saying.

    ]ust

    what

    I

    wanted to make

    you

    feel,

    but I didn't

    know quite

    how to

    go

    about it,

    cEDTPUS:

    What do

    you

    mean?

    cREoN: Why,

    that

    your

    happiness doesn't seem to

    me so

    well

    founded

    as all that.

    But

    now

    let's

    listen to

    your

    boys.

    (Enter

    Eteocles

    and

    Polyni,ces.)

    ErEocLEs:

    Let's

    get

    down

    to

    it.

    What

    is

    that

    we look

    for

    in

    books?

    It's

    always,

    in

    greater

    or less de-

    gree,

    an

    authorization.

    Even

    those

    who claim

    to

    be

    in

    love

    with

    order and

    to

    respect things as

    they

    are,

    those

    whom

    Tiresias calls

    "right-think-

    ing

    people"-what

    they want

    from books

    is

    au-

    thority

    to bore, oppress, and terrorize their

    neigh-

    bors. What they

    want is

    some

    maxim,

    some

    theory

    that

    will

    make their

    consciences

    comfort-

    able and put

    them themselves on the side

    of

    the

    right.

    por,yNrcEs:

    And what we, the

    wrong-thinkers,

    are

    after is authority

    to

    do what

    tradition

    and

    good

    form,

    or the law

    with

    its

    apparatus of

    fear

    and

    constraint,

    have told us not to do.

    ETEocLES:

    In other words, freedom to behave

    inde-

    cently.

    POLYMCTS:

    YE

    ETEOCLES:

    FO

    for

    a

    Phr

    Ismene'

    cREoN

    (to

    G

    ror,YNrcrs:

    W

    ETEOCLESI

    W

    TOLYNICES:

    If

    cREoN:

    Two

    GDTPUS

    (to

    C

    (Exit

    Cr

    urnocr-rs:

    If

    ror,YNrcus:

    T

    remedY

    ffnd,

    I

    altogeth

    rrrocr-rs:

    O

    ing

    in

    b

    pol,vNtcns:

    ETEOCLES:

    W

    out

    for

    sake-

    polYNrcrs:

    Btsocr,rs:

    Y

    a

    damn

    pol,vNlcns:

    sonaliY

    ETEoclrs:

    T

    we

    sha

    to

    con

    it's

    no

    por,vNrcus:

    you

    an

    nrrocr,rs:

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    Two

    Legends

    more

    I

    fear

    the happiness

    of

    which

    he

    boasts.

    He

    Ieaves

    God out

    of

    account;

    and

    nothing

    can

    stand

    solidly

    that

    has

    not

    its

    base

    in

    God.

    rsMEr{E:

    N4y

    joy

    is

    a

    wingdd

    thing.

    (They

    go

    off.)

    cREoN:

    -Well

    They

    certainly

    put

    things

    well,

    those

    children

    of

    yoursl

    "My

    ioy

    is

    a wingdd

    thing,,-

    I

    must

    remember

    that.

    As

    for

    Antigone,

    it

    iray

    not

    have

    seemed

    very

    much,

    but

    itt

    very

    deep,

    you

    know,

    what

    she

    was

    saying.

    Just

    what

    -I

    wanted

    to

    make

    you feel,

    but

    I didn't

    know

    quite

    how

    to

    go

    about

    it.

    cEDrpus:

    What

    do

    you mean?

    cREoN:

    Why, that

    your happiness

    doesn't

    seem to

    me

    so

    well founded

    as

    all

    that.

    But

    now

    let,s

    Iisten

    to

    your

    boys.

    (Enter

    Eteocles

    and

    Polynices.)

    ErEocLEs:

    Let's

    get down

    to

    it.

    What

    is that

    we Iook

    for

    in books?

    It's

    always,

    in

    greater

    or

    less

    de-

    gree,

    an authorization.

    Even

    those

    rvho

    claim

    to

    be

    in

    love

    with

    order

    and

    to

    respect

    things

    as

    they

    are, those

    whom

    Tiresias calls

    "right-think-

    ing

    people"-what

    they

    want

    from

    books is

    au_

    thority

    to bore,

    oppress,

    and