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Rh What dost thou say? remember, Remember what?

Thou hast no cause to fear; Be not alarmed: thou mayest rejoice, that infant WasŒdipus.

The lightning blast thee, wretch! What hast thou said?

Doubt not, my lord, whatever

This Theban says, he gave thee to my arms; Thy fate is known; this old man is thy father.

What complicated misery! Alas!

If thou art indeed my father, will the gods Ever suffer me to shed thy blood?

O no! For thou art not my son.

And didst not thou Expose me in my infancy?

My lord, Permit me to retire, and hide from thee The dreadful truth.