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Show OEDIPYS And fince 'your pride provokes me, wort , Ev'n at his highelt value Enryd. Love from thee fy Diack's1 pmb ; Why love renounc' thee e're thou faw'l Natore her felf ftarc back when thou wer And cry'd the works not ming--- the light born The Midwife ftood agait; and when fhe fa Thy Mountain back, and thy diftorted legs Thy face ic felf ‘Half-minted with the Royal ftamp of man And half o'recome with beaft, 'ffood doubting I Whofe right in thee were more And knew not if to burn thee in the flamtes Were not the holier work dige VeD With g, fge Creon. Am I to blame if Nature threw my bo In fo perverfe a mold? yet when fhe caf Her envious hand upon my fupple ‘joints T Unable to refift, and rumpled 'e On heaps in their dark lodging, to revenge Her bungled work, fhe ftampt my mind more fair And as from Chaos, huddled and" deform'd The Gods firuck fire, and lighted up the Lamp That beautifie the sky, fo fhe inform' .~ This ill-hap't body with a daring Soul - And making lefs than man, fhe made me more " Euryd. No, thou art all one errour; foul and bed The firft young tryal of fome unskill'd Pow'r Rude in the making Art, and ‘Ape of Fove . Thy crooked mind within, hunch'd out thy back And wander'd in thy limbs: to'thy own kin - Make love, if thou canft find it .in the world And feek not from our Sex to raife an off-fpring Which, ‘mingled with the reft, would tempt the God ~ To cut off humane Kind b Creon. No; let'em leave The Argian Prince for you - that Enem Of Theé%: has made you falfe, and break thé Vow You made to me Ewryd. They were my Mothers Vows Made when I was at' Nurfe . Creon. But hear me, Maid y felty o i your love This blot of Natiire, | this' deform'd ‘loath'd! Creon Is Mafter "of - 2* Sword, to-reach the bloo OFf your young Minion, fpéil the 'Gods'fine work B Ang Rtab you in his heart S vE"rJ.‘ |