Heap scorn on Creon and my lips withal:

For this I tell thee, never was there fall

Of pride, nor shall be, like to thine this day.

Oedipus.

Oedipus.

To brook such words from this thing? Out, I say!

Out to perdition! Aye, and quick, before ... 

[The Leader restrains him.

Leader

Enough then!—Turn and get thee from my door.

Tiresias.

Tiresias.

I had not come hadst thou not called me here.

Oedipus.

Oedipus.

I knew thee not so dark a fool. I swear

'Twere long before I called thee, had I known.

Tiresias.

Tiresias.

Fool, say'st thou? Am I truly such an one?

 Prev. P 43/150 next