CH. Now thou unbendest from thy stubborn ways,
O man of woe!
Declare, what mortal wight thou art,
That, marked by troublous fortune, here art led.
What native country, shall we learn, is thine?
OED. O strangers, I have none!
But do not--
CH. What dost thou forbid, old sir?
OED. Do not, oh, do not ask me who I am,
Nor probe me with more question.
CH. What dost thou mean?
OED. My birth is dreadful.
CH. Tell it forth.
OED. What should I utter, O my child? Woe is me!
CH. Thy seed, thy father's name, stranger, pronounce!
OED. Alas! What must I do? My child!
ANT. Since no resource avails thee, speak!
OED. I will. I cannot hide it further.
CH. Ye are long about it. Haste thee!
OED. Know ye of one
Begotten of Laius?
CH. Horror! Horror! Oh!
OED. Derived from Labdacus?
CH. O Heaven!
OED. Fate-wearied Oedipus?
CH. Art thou he?
OED. Fear not my words.
CH. Oh! Oh!
OED. Unhappy me!
CH. Oh!
OED. Daughter, what is coming?
CH. Away! Go forth. Leave ye the land. Begone!
OED. And where, then, is the promise thou hast given?
CH. No doom retributive attends the deed
That wreaks prevenient wrong.
Deceit, matched with deceit, makes recompense
Of evil, not of kindness. Get thee forth!
Desert that seat again, and from this land
Unmooring speed thee away, lest on our state
Thou bring some further bale!