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Misguided men, why have you raised  such a foolish argument? Are you not ashamed, while the land is so sick, to stir up troubles of your own? Come, go into the house—and you, Creon, go to yours—and stop making so much of a petty grief. Creon
Kinswoman, Oedipus, your husband,  wants to do one of two terrible things to me, either to thrust me from the land of my fathers or to arrest and slay me. Oedipus
Yes indeed, for I have caught him, lady, working evil against my person with his wicked craft. Creon
May I derive no benefit,  but perish accursed, if I have done any of the things of which you charge me. Iocasta
In the name of the gods, believe it, Oedipus, first for the sake of this awful oath to the gods, then for my sake and for the sake of those who stand before you.
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