CHORUS.
I prithee yield.
OEDIPUS.
Ah me!
CHORUS.
Grant my request, I granted all to thee.
OEDIPUS.
(Ant. 1)
Know then I suffered ills most vile, but none
(So help me Heaven!) from acts in malice done.
CHORUS.
Say how.
OEDIPUS.
The State around
An all unwitting bridegroom bound
An impious marriage chain;
That was my bane.
CHORUS.
Didst thou in sooth then share
A bed incestuous with her that bare—
OEDIPUS.
It stabs me like a sword,
That two-edged word,
O stranger, but these maids—my own—
CHORUS.
Say on.
OEDIPUS.
Two daughters, curses twain.