O Zeus! What shall I say? What shall I think, my father?OedipusWhat is it, Antigone, my child?AntigoneI see a woman coming towards us, mounted on a colt of Etna; she wears a Thessalian bonnet to screen her face from the sun.What shall I say? Is it she, or is it not? Does my judgment err? Yes—no—I cannot tell—ah, me! It is no other, yes! She greets me with bright glancesas she draws near, and makes a signal. Here is Ismene, clearly, and no other before me.OedipusWhat is that you say, my child?AntigoneThat I see your daughter, my sister. By her voice right away you can know her.IsmeneFather and sister, names most sweet to me! How hard it was to find you!And how hard now to look upon you for my tears!OedipusMy child, have you come?IsmeneFather, your fate is sad to see!OedipusAre you with us, my child?IsmeneNot without toil, indeed, for myself.OedipusTouch me, my daughter!IsmeneI give a hand to each at once.OedipusAh my children, my sisters!IsmeneAlas, twice-wretched life!OedipusHer life and mine?IsmeneAnd mine, wretched me, makes a third.OedipusChild, why have you come?