[To Oedipus.]
Come, thou parricide,
And lift thy hand against thy mother too.
This act is wanting to complete thy work.
[To herself.]
Now let the sword be drawn. By this good blade
Was Laius, my husband, slain—not so;1035
My husband's father, by his rightful name!
Shall I this weapon plunge into my breast,
Or thrust it deep within my waiting neck?