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vv. 808–828
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES

But watched, and as I passed him on the road
Down on my head his iron-branchèd goad
Stabbed. But, by heaven, he rued it! In a flash
I swung my staff and saw the old man crash
Back from his car in blood. . . . Then all of them
I slew.
Oh, if that man’s unspoken name
Had aught of Laïus in him, in God’s eye
What man doth move more miserable than I,
More dogged by the hate of heaven! No man, kin
Nor stranger, any more may take me in;
No man may greet me with a word, but all
Cast me from out their houses. And withal
’Twas mine own self that laid upon my life
These curses.—And I hold the dead man’s wife
In these polluting arms that spilt his soul.. . .
Am I a thing born evil? Am I foul
In every vein? Thebes now doth banish me,
And never in this exile must I see
Mine ancient folk of Corinth, never tread
The land that bore me; else my mother’s bed
Shall be defiled, and Polybus, my good
Father, who loved me well, be rolled in blood.
If one should dream that such a world began
In some slow devil’s heart, that hated man,
Who should deny him? —God, as thou art clean,
Suffer not this, oh, suffer not this sin
To be, that e’er I look on such a day!
Out of all vision of mankind away
To darkness let me fall ere such a fate
Touch me, so unclean and so desolate!

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