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Plain and unvarnished is the tale of truth,

And justice needs no subtle sophistries:

Itself hath fitness; but the unrighteous plea,

Having no soundness, needeth cunning salves.

I had regard unto my father's house,

My weal, and this man's: fain to 'scape the curse

Uttered of Oedipus against us once,

Of mine own will I went from this realm forth,

And left him one year's round to rule our land,

Myself in turn to take the sovereignty,

And not in hate and bloodshed clash with him,

And do and suffer ill—as now befalls.

And he consented, in the Gods' sight swore,

Yet no whit keepeth troth, but holdeth still

The kingship and mine half the heritage.

Now ready am I, so I receive mine own,

Forth from this land to send my war-array,

To take mine house, in turn therein to dwell,

And for like space to yield it him again,

And not to waste my fatherland, nor bring

Assault of scaling-ladders to her towers,

Which, save I win my right, will I essay

To do. I call the Gods to witness this—

That, wholly dealing justly, robbed am I

Of fatherland, unjustly, impiously.

These things have I said, mother, point by point,

Not wrapped in webs of words, but, in the eyes

Of wise or simple, naked right, meseems.

To me—albeit Hellas nursed me not,

Yet to me soundly seemest thou to plead.