Thou seest not, which so soon shall lay thee low,
Low as thyself, low as thy children.—Go,
Heap scorn on Creon and my lips withal:
For this I tell thee, never was there fall
Of pride, nor shall be, like to thine this day.
Oedipus.
To brook such words from this thing? Out, I say!
Out to perdition! Aye, and quick, before . . .
[The Leader restrains him.
Enough then!—Turn and get thee from my door.
Tiresias.
I had not come hadst thou not called me here.
Oedipus.
I knew thee not so dark a fool. I swear
’Twere long before I called thee, had I known.
Tiresias.
Fool, say’st thou? Am I truly such an one?
The two who gave thee birth, they held me wise.
Oedipus.
Birth? . . . Stop! Who were they? Speak thy prophecies.
Tiresias.
This day shall give thee birth and blot thee out.
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