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vv. 425–438 Thou seest not, which so soon shall lay thee low,

Low as thyself, low as thy children.—Go,

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.

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

Out to perdition! Aye, and quick, before

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

I had not come hadst thou not called me here.

I knew thee not so dark a fool. I swear

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

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

The two who gave thee birth, they held me wise.

Birth? Stop! Who were they? Speak thy prophecies.

This day shall give thee birth and blot thee out.