TI. Shall I add more, to aggravate thy wrath?
OED. All is but idleness. Say what thou wilt.
TI. I tell thee thou art living unawares
In shameful commerce with thy near’st of blood,
Ignorant of the abyss wherein thou liest.
OED. Think you to triumph in offending still?
TI. If Truth have power.
OED. She hath, but not for thee.
Blind as thou art in eyes and ears and mind.
TI. O miserable reproach, which all who now
Behold thee, soon shall thunder forth on thee!
OED. Nursed in unbroken night, thou canst not harm
Or me, or any man who seeth the day.
TI. No, not from me proceeds thy fall; the God,
Who cares for this, is able to perform it.
OED. Came this device from Creon or thyself?