The two who gave thee birth, they held me wise. Oedipus. Oedipus. Birth?... Stop! Who were they? Speak thy prophecies. Tiresias. Tiresias. This day shall give thee birth and blot thee out. vv. 439-455 [Pg 26] Oedipus. Oedipus. Oh, riddles everywhere and words of doubt! Tiresias. Tiresias. Aye. Thou wast their best reader long ago. Oedipus. Oedipus. Laugh on. I swear thou still shalt find me so. Tiresias. Tiresias. That makes thy pride and thy calamity.
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