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I will face thee there to slay thee.

Ha! I long to have it so!

Woe is me! what will ye do, my sons?

The issue's self shall show.

Flee, O flee your father's curses!

All our house let ruin seize!

Soon my sword, blood-reddened, shall abide no more in deedless ease.

But I call to witness earth that nursed me, witness Gods in heaven,

How with shame and piteous usage from the homeland I am driven,

Like a bondman, not a son of very Oedipus that came.

City, whatsoe'er befall thee, blame not me: yon tyrant blame.

Willingly I came not, from the land am cast unwillingly.

Farewell, Phœbus, Highway-king, O palace-bowers, farewell ye!