Oedipus: It must not happen that, with such clues in my grasp, I fail to bring my birth to light.
Iocasta: For the gods’ sake, if you have any care for your own life, do not continue this search! My anguish is enough.
Oedipus: Be of good courage. Even if I should be found the son of a servile mother—a slave by three descents—you will not be proven baseborn.
Iocasta: Hear me, I implore you: do not do this.
Oedipus: I will not hear of not discovering the whole truth.
Iocasta: Yet I wish you well—I counsel you for the best.
Oedipus: These best counsels, then, vex my patience.
Iocasta: Oh ill-fated man, may you never know who you are!
Oedipus: Go, some one, fetch me the herdsman. Leave this woman to glory in her princely stock.
Iocasta: Alas, alas, miserable man—that word alone can I say to you—and no other word ever again. She rushes into the palace.
Chorus: Why has this woman gone, Oedipus, rushing off in wild grief? I fear a storm of sorrow will soon break forth from this silence.
The quote: Oedipus: Break forth what will! Be my race ever so lowly, I crave to learn it.
Oedipus: That woman perhaps—for she is proud with more than a woman’s pride—feels ashamed of my lowly origin. But I, who hold myself son of Fortune that gives good, will not be dishonored. She is the mother from whom I spring, and the months, my kinsmen, have marked me sometimes lowly, sometimes great. Such being my heritage, never more can I prove false to it, or keep from searching out the secret of my birth.