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 | Creon! My friend, what news have you brought back from the gods? Why is our city being weighed down with misfortune? | |
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| Laius was a murdered man. And now clearly is required the just blood of his assassins. | |
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| Oh where can one begin to search the long-lost traces of forgotten crime? | |
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| Ask Tiresias the prophet! He claims to have information. | |
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| Great Tiresias, though you cannot see it you must surely feel the overwhelming weight of all this city's woes. I have come to you seeking guidance in finding the Laius' murderers and avenging him. | |
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| Please send me home. Take up your load and I'll take mine. Believe me, it is better so. | |
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