CHORUS.
How so?
OEDIPUS.
I served the State; would I had never won
That graceless grace by which I was undone.
CHORUS.
(Ant. 2)
And next, unhappy man, thou hast shed blood?
OEDIPUS.
Must ye hear more?
CHORUS.
A father’s?
OEDIPUS.
Flood on flood
Whelms me; that word’s a second mortal blow.
CHORUS.
Murderer!
OEDIPUS.
Yes, a murderer, but know—
CHORUS.
What canst thou plead?
OEDIPUS.
A plea of justice.