Tiresias. I say that you are yourself the murderer that you seek.
Oedipus. You shall rue it for having spoken twice such outrageous words.
Tiresias. Would you that I say more that you may be still angrier?
Oedipus. Say what you will. I will not let it move me.
Tiresias. I say that you are living with your next of kin in unimagined shame.
Oedipus. Do you think you can say such things and never smart for it?
Tiresias. Yes, if there be strength in truth.
Oedipus. There is; yes—for everyone but you. But not for you that are maimed in ear and in eye and in wit.
Tiresias. You are but a poor wretch flinging taunts that in a little while everyone shall fling at you.
Oedipus. Night—endless night has covered you up so that you can neither hurt me nor any man that looks upon the sun.
Tiresias. Your doom is not to fall by me. Apollo is enough: it is his business to work out your doom.
Oedipus. Was it Creon that planned this or you yourself?
Tiresias. Creon is not your enemy; you are your own enemy.
Oedipus. Power, ability, position, you
