Oedipus
The prophet prompt to mischief he suborn'd,
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Whose rude licentious tongue knows no restraint.
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Think of thyself, respecting this, no more.
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Hear me, and be assured no mortal man
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Knows by prophetic art events to come ;
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Of this I give thee a decisive proof.
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To Laius once an oracle announced
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(I will not say that from the god it came,
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But from his ministers) that time should bring
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On him this fate, to fall beneath a son
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That should his birth from him and me derive.
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Yet foreign ruffians him, as fame reports,
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Murder'd where three ways meet. A son was born;
Not three days pass'd, the infant's feet he bound,
Piercing the nerves, and by another's hand
Upon a desert mountain cast him forth.
The consummation then, that he should slay
His father, or that Laius by his son
Should fall, a fate so dreadful to his thoughts,
Phœbus achieved not; yet th' oracular voice
Decreed these things: regard them not: the god,
What from his hallow'd shrine he gave command
To trace, to your inquiries will disclose.
Oedipus Tyrannus. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.