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O dread fate for men to see, O most dreadful of all that I have set my eyes on! Unhappy one, what madness has come upon you?  Who is the unearthly foe who, with a leap of more than mortal range has made your ill-starred life his prey? Alas, alas, you hapless man! I cannot even look on you, though there is much I desire to ask, much I desire to learn,  much that draws my wistful gaze: with such a shuddering do you fill me! Oedipus
Woe is me! Alas, alas, wretched that I am! Where, where am I carried in my misery?  How is my voice swept abroad on the wings of the air? Oh, my fate, how far you have sprung! Chorus
To a dread place, dire in men's ears, dire in their sight.
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