CHORUS.
Why this reluctance?

OEDIPUS.
Dread my lineage.

CHORUS.
Say!

OEDIPUS.
What must I answer, child, ah welladay!

CHORUS.
Say of what stock thou comest, what man’s son—

OEDIPUS.
Ah me, my daughter, now we are undone!

ANTIGONE.
Speak, for thou standest on the slippery verge.

OEDIPUS.
I will; no plea for silence can I urge.

CHORUS.
Will neither speak? Come, Sir, why dally thus!

OEDIPUS.
Know’st one of Laius’—