HERDSMAN.
Know then the child was by repute his own,
But she within, thy consort best could tell.
OEDIPUS.
What! she, she gave it thee?
HERDSMAN.
’Tis so, my king.
OEDIPUS.
With what intent?
HERDSMAN.
To make away with it.
OEDIPUS.
What, she its mother.
HERDSMAN.
Fearing a dread weird.
OEDIPUS.
What weird?
HERDSMAN.
’Twas told that he should slay his sire.
OEDIPUS.
What didst thou give it then to this old man?