Digital heart book

Let me go, let me go, or I will tear you piece-meal.
Help, Haemon, help;
Help, OEdipus; help, Gods; Jocasta dies.
_Enter_ OEDIPUS _above._
_OEdip._ I've found a window, and I thank the gods
'Tis quite unbarred; sure, by the distant noise,
The height will fit my fatal purpose well.
_Joc._ What hoa, my OEdipus! see where he stands!
His groping ghost is lodged upon a tower,
Nor can it find the road. Mount, mount, my soul;
I'll wrap thy shivering spirit in lambent flames; and so we'll sail.--
But see! we're landed on the happy coast;
And all the golden strands are covered o'er
With glorious gods, that come to try our cause.
Jove, Jove, whose majesty now sinks me down,
He, who himself burns in unlawful fires,
Shall judge, and shall acquit us. O, 'tis done;
'Tis fixt by fate, upon record divine;
And OEdipus shall now be ever mine. [_Dies._
_OEdip._ Speak, Haemon; what has fate been doing there?
What dreadful deed has mad Jocasta done?
_Haem._ The queen herself, and all your wretched offspring,
Are by her fury slain.


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