And read her secret, and she spoke no more.

Whom now thou thinkest to hunt out, and stand

Foremost in honour at King Creon's hand.

I think ye will be sorry, thou and he

That shares thy sin-hunt. Thou dost look to me

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An old man; else, I swear this day should bring

On thee the death thou plottest for thy King.

Leader.

Leader.

Lord Oedipus, these be but words of wrath,

All thou hast spoke and all the Prophet hath.

Which skills not. We must join, for ill or well,

In search how best to obey God's oracle.

Tiresias.

Tiresias.

King though thou art, thou needs must bear the right

Of equal answer. Even in me is might

For thus much, seeing I live no thrall of thine,

But Lord Apollo's; neither do I sign

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