Thunder.
Chorus
Listen! With a louder noise this one crashes down unspeakably,
[1465]
hurled by Zeus! The hair of my head stands up for fear, my soul is dismayed; for again the lightning flashes in the sky. What end will it release?
[1470]
I fear it, for never does it fly forth in vain, or without serious results. O great Sky! O Zeus!
Oedipus
Children, the appointed end of life has reached this man; he can turn from it no more.
Antigone
How do you know? By what means do you understand this?
Oedipus
[1475]
I know it well. But let some one go, I pray you, as quickly as he can, and bring back the lord of this land.