NEO. Not new. But to the child of Poeas here—
OD. What wilt thou do? I quake with strange alarm.
NEO. From whom I took these weapons, back again——
OD. O Heaven! thou wilt not give them! Mean’st thou this?
[page 252][1234-1262] NEO. Yea, for I have them through base sinful means.
OD. I pray thee, speak’st thou thus to anger me?
NEO. If the truth anger thee, the truth is said.
OD. Achilles’ son! What word is fallen from thee?
NEO. Must the same syllables be thrice thrown forth?
OD. Once was too much. Would they had ne’er been said!