Oh, oh! All brought to pass, all true. Light, may I now look on you for the last time—I who have been found to be accursed in birth,accursed in wedlock, accursed in the shedding of blood.He rushes into the palace.

ChorusAlas, generations of mortals, how mere a shadow I count your life! Where, where is the mortal whoattains a happiness which is more than apparent and doomed to fall away to nothing? Your fate warns me—yours, unhappy Oedipus—to call no