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Why this reluctance?

Dread my lineage.

Say!

What must I answer, child, ah welladay!

Say of what stock thou comest, what man’s son—

Ah me, my daughter, now we are undone!

Speak, for thou standest on the slippery verge.

I will; no plea for silence can I urge.

Will neither speak? Come, Sir, why dally thus!

Know’st one of Laïus’—

Ha! Who!

Seed of Labdacus—

O Zeus!

The hapless Oedipus.

Art he? 167