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Œdipus
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PHORBAS.
What dost thou say? remember,
Remember what?
ICARUS.
Thou hast no cause to fear;
Be not alarmed: thou mayest rejoice, that infant
WasŒdipus.
PHORBAS.
The lightning blast thee, wretch!
What hast thou said?
ICARUS.
Doubt not, my lord, whatever
[To Œdipus.
This Theban says, he gave thee to my arms;
Thy fate is known; this old man is thy father.
ŒDIPUS.
What complicated misery! Alas!
[To Phorbas.
If thou art indeed my father, will the gods
Ever suffer me to shed thy blood?
PHORBAS.
O no!
For thou art not my son.
ŒDIPUS.
And didst not thou
Expose me in my infancy?
PHORBAS.
My lord,
Permit me to retire, and hide from thee
The dreadful truth.