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There! Do not incline your steps beyond that ledge of bedrock. Oedipus
This far? Chorus
Enough, I say Oedipus
 Shall I sit down? Chorus
Yes, move sideways, and crouch low on the edge of the rock. Antigone
 Father, this is my task: calmly to— Oedipus
Ah me! ah me! Antigone
—fit step to step, and lean your aged frame upon my dear arm. Oedipus
Alas for my sad destruction! Antigone seats him on the rock.
Ah, poor man, since now you are at ease, speak! What is your lineage among mortals? With what name are you led on your weary path?  What fatherland can you tell us of?
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