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You pray to the Gods? Let me grant your prayers.
All those prophecies I feared... They're nothing, worthless.
You scheming quack, a fortune-teller peddling lies! A seer blind in his craft!
Let that man drag out his life in agony, step by painful step- I curse myself as well
O Light - now let me look my last on you! I stand revealed at last- cursed in my birth, cursed in marriage, cursed in the lives I cut down with these hands.
Polybus was nothing to you, that's why, not in blood.
No more than I am. He and I are equals
How can my father equal nothing? You're nothing to me!
What are you saying - Polybus was not my father?
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