Which by contagion spread o'er all his frame.
Old Man: Why question more? The fatal truth draws near.860
Who was that infant boy?
Phorbas: My lips are sealed.
Oedipus: Bring hither fire! Its flames shall loose thy speech.
Phorbas: Must truth be sought along such cruel paths?
I pray thy grace.
Oedipus: If I seem harsh to thee,
Or headstrong, thy revenge is in thy hand—865
The truth revealed. Then speak: who was the child?