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Oedipus
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, [1355] 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. [1360] 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: [1365] if there is a woe surpassing all woes, it has become Oedipus' lot.
Sophocles. The Oedipus Tyrannus of Sophocles. Edited with introduction and notes by Sir Richard Jebb. Sir Richard Jebb. Cambridge. Cambridge University Press. 1887.
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