And fell not, laying such a charge on me? Leader. Leader. I know not. I have no eyes for the thing My masters do.—But see, here comes the King. vv. 532-550 [Pg 30] Enter Oedipus from the Palace. Oedipus Oedipus. Oedipus. How now, assassin? Walking at my gate With eye undimmed, thou plotter demonstrate Against this life, and robber of my crown? God help thee! Me! What was it set me down Thy butt? So dull a brain hast found in me Aforetime, such a faint heart, not to see Thy work betimes, or seeing not to smite? Art thou not rash, this once! It needeth might Of friends, it needeth gold, to make a throne Thy quarry; and I fear me thou hast none.
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