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Œdipus
Spreads its benignant shade: too well already
I see my fate; more knowledge would but show
New horrors; and yet, spite of all my woes,
Urged on by fatal curiosity,
I thirst for more: I cannot bear to rest
In sad suspense: to doubt is to be wretched:
I dread the torch that lights me to my ruin:
I fear to know myself, yet cannot long
Remain unknown.
SCENE III.
ŒDIPUS, ICARUS, PHORBAS.
ŒDIPUS.
Ha! Phorbas! come this way.
ICARUS.
Surprising! sure the more I look, the more
'Tis he, my lord, it must be he.
PHORBAS.
[To Icarus
If still that face unknown
ICARUS.
On mount Citheron
PHORBAS.
How!
ICARUS.
The child to death