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vv. 378–402
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES

Oedipus (with a flash of discovery).

Ha! Creon!—Is it his or thine, this plot?


Tiresias.

’Tis thyself hates thee. Creon hates thee not.


Oedipus.

O wealth and majesty, O skill all strife
Surpassing on the fevered roads of life,
What is your heart but bitterness, if now
For this poor crown Thebes bound upon my brow,
A gift, a thing I sought not—for this crown
Creon the stern and true, Creon mine own
Comrade, comes creeping in the dark to ban
And slay me; sending first this magic-man
And schemer, this false beggar-priest, whose eye
Is bright for gold and blind for prophecy.
Speak, thou. When hast thou ever shown thee strong
For aid? The She-Wolf of the woven song
Came, and thy art could find no word, no breath,
To save thy people from her riddling death.
’Twas scarce a secret, that, for common men
To unravel. There was need of Seer-craft then.
And thou hadst none to show. No fowl, no flame,
No God revealed it thee. ’Twas I that came,
Rude Oedipus, unlearned in wizard’s lore,
And read her secret, and she spoke no more.
Whom now thou thinkest to hunt out, and stand
Foremost in honour at King Creon’s hand.
I think ye will be sorry, thou and he
That shares thy sin-hunt. Thou dost look to me

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