OEDIPUS.
In truth is strength, but that strength is not thine;
Thou in eyes, ears, and mind alike art blind.
TIRESIAS.
And thou art wretched, casting in my teeth
What all men presently will cast in thine.
OEDIPUS.
Thy lot is utter darkness; neither I
Nor any one who sees, can fear thy wrath.
TIRESIAS.
Not mine is chastisement; Apollo's might
Sufficient is, and will bring all to pass.
OEDIPUS.
Is this contrivance Creon's or thine own?