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Perish the man, whoever he was, who freed me in the past years from the cruel shackle on my feet—a thankless deed! Had I died then,  I would not have been so sore a grief to my friends and to my own soul. Chorus
I too would have had it thus. Oedipus
In this way I would not have come to shed my father's blood, or been known among men as the husband of the woman from whom I was born.  Now I am forsaken by the gods, son of a defiled mother, successor to the bed of the man who gave me my own wretched being:  if there is a woe surpassing all woes, it has become Oedipus' lot.
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