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SCENE THE FIRST.

Jocasta, Creon.
Cre.
Ah, put an end to thy perpetual tears!
This day, that seemed the harbinger of slaughter,
Will not, perhaps, be finished, ere we see
Thebes blest with lasting peace. I have inspired
Within the bosom of Eteocles
Such horror of this sacrilegious war,
That, in his mind, he almost has resolved
To re-establish violated faith;
Provided that his brother can convert
His menaces to prayers.

Joc.
Yes, yes, to-day
The brothers' enmity will have an end;
But what will be that end? It is recorded
By the stern fates, and only known to Heaven.
Ah, with thy flatteries may the event agree!
This is my only hope before I die! ...
Thou couldst, then, somewhat to pacific thoughts
Soften the stern mind of Eteocles?
I will believe thee. But, there yet remains
Th'embitter'd bosom of my exiled son
To sooth. I will shed tears; for now, alas!
I can do little more: I will exhaust
Threats and entreaties; but thou knowest well
That I am not, as others are, a mother;
Nor reason warrants that I should expect
That filial reverence which I merit not.

Cre.
Must I again entreat thee to be calm?
Desires for concord, more sincere, were never
Witnessed amid such warlike preparations,
Behold Eteocles; ah, consummate,
By pious art, the peaceful dispositions,
To which, already, I have wrought his soul!