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 Will you allow me to speak? Or shall I just turn and go? Creon
Do you not know even now how much your voice sickens me? Guard
Is the pain in your ears, or in your soul? Creon
And why would you define the seat of my pain? Guard
He who did it hurts your heart, but I, your ears. Creon
 God! How plain it is that you are a born babbler. Guard
Perhaps, but never the author of this action. Creon
Yes, and what is more, you sold your life for silver. Guard
Ah! It is truly sad when the judge judges wrong . Creon
Expound on “judgment” as you will. But, if you fail to  show me the perpetrators of these crimes, you will avow that money basely earned wreaks sorrows.Exit Creon. Guard
Well, may the man be found! That would be best. But, whether he be caught or not—for fortune must decide that—I assure you that you will not see me come here again.  Saved just now beyond hope and belief, I owe the gods great thanks.Exit the Guard.
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