Creon. Creon. Hunt the men out from Thebes, or make them bleed Who slew. For blood it is that stirs to-day. Oedipus. Oedipus. Who was the man they killed? Doth Phoebus say? Creon. Creon. O King, there was of old King Laïus In Thebes, ere thou didst come to pilot us. Oedipus. Oedipus. I know: not that I ever saw his face. Creon. Creon. 'Twas he. And Loxias now bids us trace And smite the unknown workers of his fall. Oedipus. Oedipus.
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