that I do not know how to believe you," he laughingly said.，
Of mighty Thebes the universal lord.
Whose tale more sad than thine, whose lot more dire?
Thy cradle was thy marriage bed;
One harborage sufficed for son and sire.
How could the soil thy father eared so long
Endure to bear in silence such a wrong?
The son and sire commingled in one bed.
O child of Laius' ill-starred race
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