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 No, by the god that stands at the head of all the host of the gods, no, by the sun. Unblest, unbefriended, may I die the worst possible death, if I have this thought!  But my unhappy soul is worn by the withering of the land, as well as by the thought that our old sorrows should be crowned by new ones arising from the two of you. Oedipus
Then let him go, though I am surely doomed to be killed  or thrust dishonored from the land. Your words, not his, move me to compassion. Chorus
You are truly sullen in yielding, as you are vehement in the excesses of your wrath. But such natures are  justly most difficult for themselves to bear. Oedipus
Will you not be gone and leave me in peace? Creon
I will go on my way. I have found you undiscerning, but in the view of these men I am just.He exits.
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