Here your power ends. None of your power follows you through life.
Drive me out of Thebes, in exile.
So much for prophecy. It's neither here nor there. From this day on. I wouldn't look right or left.
Jocasta, why, why look to the Prophet's hearth, the fires of fortune...they're nothing, worthless.
I must leave Corinth, I do not wish for the prophecy to come true...
You'll no more see the pain I suffered, the pain I caused!...Blind from this hour on! Blind in the darkness- blind!
I weep for you...picturing in [my] mind the sad and dreary life which waits you in the world in years to come
O god- all come true, all burst to light!
If you are the man he says you are; believe me, you were born for pain.
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