Epeisodion 1
Chorus
Indeed—his skill apart—the rumors are but faint and old.
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Oedipus
What are the rumors? I am investigating every tale.
Chorus
He was said to have been killed by some wayfarers.
Oedipus
I too have heard that. But no one sees the one who saw it.
Chorus
If he knows what fear is, he will not hesitate to come forward when he
hears your curses, so dire are they.
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Oedipus
When a man does not shrink from a deed, he is not scared by a word.
Chorus
But there is one to convict him. But here they bring at last the godlike prophet, the only man in whom truth lives.
Oedipus
Teiresias, whose soul grasps all things, both that which may be told and that which is unspeakable, the Olympian secrets and the affairs of the earth, you feel, though you cannot see, what a huge plague haunts our state. From which, great prophet, we find you to be our protector and only savior.
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Now, Phoebus—if indeed you have not already heard the news—sent answer to our question that the only way to rid ourselves of this pest that afflicts us is to discover the slayers of Laius, and then to slay them or banish them from our land.
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So do not begrudge us the voice of the birds or any other path of prophecy, but save
yourself and your state, save me, save all that is defiled by the dead. We are
in your hands, and man’s noblest task is to help others
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to the best of his means and powers.
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Teiresias
Alas, how terrible it is to have wisdom when it does not benefit those who have it. I knew this well, but let it slip from my mind: otherwise I would not have come here.
Oedipus
What now? How disheartened you have come!
Teiresias
Let me go home. For you will bear your own burden to the end, and I will bear mine, if you consent.
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Oedipus
Your words are strange and unkind to the state which nurtured you, since you withhold this response.
Teiresias
I see that you, for your part, speak inappropriately.
Therefore do not speak, so I will not suffer the same.
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Oedipus
For the love of the gods, do not turn away, if you have knowledge: all we suppliants implore you on our knees.
Teiresias
For all of you are without knowledge. But never will I reveal my troubles—not to call them yours.
