Tiresias.
Naught lies with me! With thee, with thee there lies,
I warrant, what thou ne’er hast seen nor guessed.
Oedipus (to Leader, who tries to calm him).
How can I hear such talk?—he maketh jest
Of the land’s woe—and keep mine anger dumb?
Tiresias.
Howe’er I hold it back, ’twill come, ’twill come.
Oedipus.
The more shouldst thou declare it to thy King.
Tiresias.
I speak no more. For thee, if passioning
Doth comfort thee, on, passion to thy fill!
[He moves to go.
Oedipus.
’Fore God, I am in wrath; and speak I will,
Nor stint what I see clear. ’Twas thou, ’twas thou,
Didst plan this murder; aye, and, save the blow,
Wrought it.—I know thou art blind; else I could swear
Thou, and thou only, art the murderer.
Tiresias (returning).
So?—I command thee by thine own word’s power,
To stand accurst, and never from this hour
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