ŒD. Stay and be happy; I will bear with content mine own ills.
ANT. And who will minister to thee, blind as thou art, my father?
ŒD. Falling wherever it shall be my fate, I will lie on the ground.
ANT. But Œdipus, where is he? and the renowned Enigmas?
ŒD. Perished! one day blest me, and one day destroyed.
ANT. Ought not I then to have a share in thy woes?
ŒD. To a daughter exile with a blind father is shameful.
ANT. Not to a right-minded one however, but honorable, my father.
ŒD. Lead me now onward, that I may touch thy mother.
ANT. There: touch the aged woman with thy most dear hand.