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HIGH PRIEST.
O! ye will tremble but to hear his name,
When ye shall know what pangs he must endure.
The God, who speaks by me, in pity dooms him
To banishment alone; but dreadful ills
Await the murderer: driven to fell despair
His own rash hand shall to the wrath of heaven
Add woes more deep and heavier punishment:
Even you shall shudder at his fate, and own
Your safety purchased at a rate too dear.
ŒDIPUS.
Obey then.
PHILOCTETES.
Speak.
ŒDIPUS.
Still obstinate!
HIGH PRIEST.
Remember,
If I must speak, that thou didst force me to it.
ŒDIPUS.
Insufferable delay! I'll bear no more.
HIGH PRIEST.
Since thou wilt hear it then, 'tis—
ŒDIPUS.
Ha! speak, who?
HIGH PRIEST.
'Tis—Œdipus.
ŒDIPUS.
I?
