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I will share exile with mine hapless sire.

Noble thy spirit, yet lurks folly there.

Yea, and with him will die. Know this withal.

Thou shalt not slay my son. Hence, leave the land!

[Exit Kreon.

Daughter, for thy devotion thank I thee.

I marry, father,—thou in exile lone!

Ah stay: be happy. I will bear mine ills.

Who then will minister to thy blindness, father?

Where my weird is, there shall I fall, there lie.

Ah, where is Oedipus?—where that riddle famed?

Lost. One day blessed me, one hath ruined me.