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The wise augur moves me, neither approving nor denying, with dread, with dread indeed.  I am at a loss what to say. I am flustered in my expectations, seeing neither the present nor the future clearly. Never in past days or in these have I heard how the house of Labdacus or the son of Polybus had any quarrel with one another that  I could bring as proof in assailing the public reputation of Oedipus, seeking to avenge the line of Labdacus  for the undiscovered murder.
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