Burn that god of death that all gods hate!
Laius was killed, they say, by certain travelers.
Of course you cannot know a man completely, his character, his principles, sense of judgement, not till he’s shown his colors, ruling the people, making laws. Experience, there’s the test.
Last night was a night of bad dreams and ambiguous visions.
Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .
Your heart beats hotly for chilling work!
You are the curse, the corruption of the land!
The truth with all its power lives inside me.
I say you are the murderer you hunt.
Indeed, if the truth has any power.
Pues veo que son efectivos, sobre todo, los hechos llevados a cabo por los consejos de los que tienen experiencia.
Creon is not your downfall, no, you are your own.
I am not your slave. I serve Apollo.
No man will ever be rooted from the earth as brutally as you.
I would never have come if you hadn’t called me here.
This day will bring your birth and your destruction.
Your great good fortune, true, it was your ruin.
How sad when those who reason, reason wrong.
I don’t know. And when I don’t, I keep quiet.
But don’t convict me on sheer unverified surmise.