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16 . What speech? Speak again that I may learn it better.

. Didst thou not take my sense before? Or art thou tempting me in talk?

. No, I took it not so that I can call it known:—speak again.

. I say that thou art the slayer of the man whose slayer thou seekest.

. Now thou shalt rue that thou hast twice said words so dire.

. Wouldst thou have me say more, that thou mayest be more wroth?

. What thou wilt; it will be said in vain.

. I say that thou hast been living in unguessed shame with thy nearest kin, and seest not to what woe thou hast come.

. Dost thou indeed think that thou shalt always speak thus without smarting?

. Yes, if there is any strength in truth.

. Nay, there is,—for all save thee; for thee that strength is not, since thou art maimed in ear, and in wit, and in eye.

. Aye, and thou art a poor wretch to utter taunts which every man here will soon hurl at thee.

. Night, endless night hath thee in her keeping, so that thou canst never hurt me, or any man who sees the sun.

. No, thy doom is not to fall by me: Apollo is enough, whose care it is to work that out.

. Are these Creon's devices, or thine?

. Nay, Creon is no plague to thee; thou art thine own.