Creon. They all were slain, save one man; blind with fear He came, remembering naught—or almost naught. Oedipus. Oedipus. And what was that? One thing has often brought Others, could we but catch one little clue. Creon. Creon. 'Twas not one man, 'twas robbers—that he knew— Who barred the road and slew him: a great band. Oedipus. Oedipus. Robbers?... What robber, save the work was planned By treason here, would dare a risk so plain? Creon. Creon. So some men thought. But Laïus lay slain, And none to avenge him in his evil day. vv. 128-148 [Pg 10]
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