ISM. Then to my task. Meantime, Antigone,
Watch by our sire. We must not make account
Of labour that supplies a parent’s need.[Exit
CH. Thy long since slumbering woe I would not wake again,I 1
But yet I long to learn.
OED. What hidden lore?
CH. The pain
[page 276][514-541] That sprang against thy life with spirit-mastering force.
OED. Ah, sirs, as ye are kind, re-open not that source
Of unavoided shame.
CH. Friend, we would hear the tale
Told truly, whose wide voice doth hourly more prevail.
OED. Misery!
CH. Be not loth!
OED. O bitterness!
CH. Consent.
For all thou didst require we gave to thy content.