This text is part of:
Table of Contents:
Perish the man, whoever he was, who freed me in the past years from the cruel shackle on my feet—a thankless deed! Had I died then,  I would not have been so sore a grief to my friends and to my own soul. Chorus
I too would have had it thus. Oedipus
In this way I would not have come to shed my father's blood, or been known among men as the husband of the woman from whom I was born.  Now I am forsaken by the gods, son of a defiled mother, successor to the bed of the man who gave me my own wretched being:  if there is a woe surpassing all woes, it has become Oedipus' lot.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.