What will you say?Oedipus—Two daughters—two curses—ChorusO Zeus!Oedipus—of mine, sprung from the travail of the womb that bore me too.

ChorusThese, then, are at once your daughters, and—Oedipus—Sisters, indeed, of their father.ChorusOh!OedipusIndeed, woes untold sweep back upon my soul!ChorusYou have suffered—OedipusI have suffered woes grievous to bear.ChorusYou have performed—OedipusI have not performed!ChorusHow?OedipusA gift was given to me—O, wretched that I am, if only I had never won from the city that gift for my services!

ChorusCursed man! What of this? Did you commit the murder—OedipusWhat now? What would you learn?Chorus—Of your father?OedipusOh! oh! a second stab—wound on wound!ChorusYou killed—OedipusI killed—yet I have a plea—