Nor stint what I see clear. 'Twas thou, 'twas thou,

Didst plan this murder; aye, and, save the blow,

Wrought it.—I know thou art blind; else I could swear

Thou, and thou only, art the murderer.

Tiresias (returning).

Tiresias

So?—I command thee by thine own word's power,

To stand accurst, and never from this hour

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Speak word to me, nor yet to these who ring

Thy throne. Thou art thyself the unclean thing.

Oedipus.

Oedipus.

Thou front of brass, to fling out injury

So wild! Dost think to bate me and go free?

Tiresias.

Tiresias.

I am free. The strong truth is in this heart.

Oedipus.

Oedipus.

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