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SCENE THE THIRD.
Jocasta, Polinices, Antigone.Pol.
I hasten thither.
Tremble.
Joc.
He is thy brother. Listen to me ...
Pol.
He is my enemy; he has betray'd me ...
My honour ...
Joc.
Honour's voice bids thee abstain
From all misdeeds. Oh, son! I pray thee pause ...
What art thou rushing to perform? ... Oh heavens!
Pol.
And while for me Adrastes danger braves,
Should I stay here subdued by women's tears?
In vain the hope ...
Joc.
The sword ... thrust by thy hand ...
Into thy brother's breast ...
Pol.
I am constrain'd
On yonder plain to shew myself; I there
Would gain an honour'd death. Him, whom thou call'st
My brother, there I will not seek, and hope
Not to encounter him. So much to thee
I promise. Now farewell.
Joc.
Death steals on me.
Ant.
Have pity on thyself, on us have pity ...
Pol.
Deaf to all pity I am forced to be:
I fly ...
Joc.
Ah, where? oh stop ...
Pol.
To death.
Joc.
He leaves me.
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