Œd. Furies and Hell! Hæmon bring forth the rack,
Fetch hither cords and knives, and sulphurous flames.
He shall be bound and gashed, his skin flead off
And burned alive.
Phor. O spare my age.
Œd. Who gave that infant to thee?
Phor. O wretched state! I die, unless I speak;
And if I speak most certain death attends me.
Œd. Thou shalt not die; speak then, who was it? Speak,
While I have sense to understand the horror,