Chorus
There! Do not incline your steps beyond that ledge of bedrock.
Oedipus
This far?
Chorus
Enough, I say
Oedipus
[195]
Shall I sit down?
Chorus
Yes, move sideways, and crouch low on the edge of the rock.
Antigone
[200]
Father, this is my task: calmly to—
Oedipus
Ah me! ah me!
Antigone
—fit step to step, and lean your aged frame upon my dear arm.
Oedipus
Alas for my sad destruction!
Antigone seats him on the rock.
Chorus
Ah, poor man, since now you are at ease, speak! What is your lineage among mortals? With what name are you led on your weary path?
[205]
What fatherland can you tell us of?