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Show r ••m to OEDIPUS. Phor. Moft fure, m y Lord, I have feen Lines like thofe His Vifagc bears-, but know not where nor when. ^yfige. Is'tpoflibleyou ihould forget your ancient Friend? There are perhaps (ce. Particulars which may excite your dead remembran- Havc you forgot I took an Infant from you, Doom'd ro be murdcr'd in that gloomly Vale ? The Swadling-bands were Purple, wrought with Gold. Have you forgot too h o w you wept and begg'd That I fhould btecd him up , and ask no more? Phor. What-c'cr I begg'd j thou, like a Dotard, fpeak'ft More than is requifite: and what of this? W h y is it mcntion'd now ? and why, O why Doit thou betray the Secrets of rhy Friend? ^%e. Be not too rath. That Infant grew at laft A King: and here the happy Monarch Hands. Phor. H a ! Whither would'ft thou? O what haft thouuttcr'd! (forever. For whar thou haft faid , Death ftrike rhee dumb Oed. Forbear to curfe the Innocent -, and be Accurit thy felf, rhou ihifting Traytor, Villain, Damn'd Hypocrite, equivocating Slave. Phor. O Heavens / wherein , m y Lord, have I offended ; Oed. W h y fpeak you not according to m y charge? Bnn^ forth the Rack: fince Mildnefs cannot win you, Torments fhall force. Phor. Hold , hold , O dreadful Sir; You will not rack an innocent old Man. Oed. Speak then. Phor, Alas, what would you have m c fay ? Oed. Did this old M a n take from your Arms an Infant ? Phor. \ OEDIPUS. 8f Phor. H e did: And, O h ! I wifh to all the Gods, Phorbas had perifh'd in that very moment. Oed. Moment.' Thou ihalc be Hours , Days, Years a dying. piere , bind his Hands; he dallies with m y Fury: But I fhall find a way Phor. M y Lord , I laid 1 oave the Infant to him. Oed. W a s he thy o w n , or given thee by another ? Phor. H e was not mine ; but given m e by another. Oed. Whence/ and from whom? what City? of what Houfe ? Phor. O , Royal Sir, I b o w m e to the Ground , Would I could fink beneath it: by the Gods, I do conjure you to enquire no more. Oed. Furies and Hell/ Hxmon, bring forth the Rackj (Flames: Fetch hither Cords , and Knives and fulphurous He ihallbe bound, andgafh'd, his Skinflea'doft, And burnt alive. Phor. O fpare m y Age. Oed. Rife then, and fpeak. Phor. Dread Sir, I will. Ofd. W h o gave that Infant to thee ? Phor. One of King Lajus's Family. Oed. O , you immortal Gods! but lay , w ho was't ! Which of the Family of Lajus gave it? A Servant; or one of the Royal Blood ? Phor. O wretched flare! 1 dyeunlefs I ipca^i And if I Ipeak , moft certain Death attends m e. Oed. Thou thalt not dye. Speak then, w ho was it ? fpeak, While I have fenfe to underftand the horror •, For I grow cold. Phor. The Queen Jocafta tO:i me It was her Son by Lajus. ^ ^ |