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Alas! Were you sightless even from birth?  Evil have been your days, and many, it appears. But at least if I can help it, you shall not add this curse to your lot. You go too far—too far!  That your rash steps may intrude on the field of this voiceless, grassy glade, where the waters of the mixing bowl blend their stream with the flow of honied offerings, beware, unhappiest of strangers.  Retire! Withdraw! Let a wide space part us. Do you hear, toil-worn wanderer? If you have anything to say in converse with us,  leave forbidden ground, and speak where it is lawful for all; but, till then, refrain. Oedipus
 Daughter, to what counsel shall we incline? Antigone
My father, we must behave just as the townspeople do, listening and giving way where it is necessary. Oedipus
Then give me your hand. Antigone
I lay it in yours. Oedipus
Strangers, let me not suffer wrong  when I have trusted in you, and have passed from my refuge!
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