CHORUS.
Oh God!
OEDIPUS.
Sprang from the wife and mother’s travail-pain.
CHORUS.
(Str. 2)
What, then thy offspring are at once—
OEDIPUS.
Too true.
Their father’s very sister’s too.
CHORUS.
Oh horror!
OEDIPUS.
Horrors from the boundless deep
Back on my soul in refluent surges sweep.
CHORUS.
Thou hast endured—
OEDIPUS.
Intolerable woe.
CHORUS.
And sinned—
OEDIPUS.
I sinned not.