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Never, old man, never will anyone remove you from your resting-place here against your will. Oedipus begins to move forward.
Further, then? Chorus
Come still further. Oedipus
 Lead him onward, maiden, for you hear us and obey. Antigone
Come, follow this way with your dark steps, father, as I lead you. Oedipus
Stranger in a foreign land,  poor man, have the courage to detest what the city steadfastly holds as not dear, and to reverence what it holds dear! Oedipus
Lead me, then, child, to a spot where I may speak and listen within piety's domain,  and let us not wage war with necessity.
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