OEDIPUS.
Pouring it from the urns whereof ye spake?
CHORUS.
Yea, in three streams; and be the last bowl drained
To the last drop.
OEDIPUS.
And wherewith shall I fill it,
Ere in its place I set it? This too tell.
CHORUS.
With water and with honey; add no wine.
OEDIPUS.
And when the embowered earth hath drunk thereof?
CHORUS.
Then lay upon it thrice nine olive sprays
With both thy hands, and offer up this prayer.
OEDIPUS.
I fain would hear it; that imports the most.
CHORUS.
That, as we call them Gracious, they would deign
To grant the suppliant their saving grace.
So pray thyself or whoso pray for thee,
In whispered accents, not with lifted voice;
Then go and look back. Do as I bid,
And I shall then be bold to stand thy friend;
Else, stranger, I should have my fears for thee.
OEDIPUS.
Hear ye, my daughters, what these strangers say?
ANTIGONE.
We listened, and attend thy bidding, father.