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 | Get yourself gone! Out of my sight! Creon, you are lucky the people favor you, they have spared you and you will be simply banished from Thebes. | |
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| Yes how you hate! Such men justly bear the tempers they created. | |
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| Jocasta I have been threatened! It has been said that I am the murderer of Laius. | |
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| This cannot be true! Long ago an oracle told us that Laius would meet his end through a son, a son of his and mine. However his murder was done by brigands in another land! | |
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| Oh what a pale memory just passed me! You say that Laius was killed where three highways meet in a land called Phocis, a little before I came to power here, and he was tall with silver hair? | |
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| Yes that is exacly what I have said, why? | |
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