Messenger
True, but thy saviour in that hour, my son.
Oedipus
My saviour? from what harm? what ailed me then?
Messenger
Those ankle joints are evidence enow.
Oedipus
Ah, why remind me of that ancient sore?
Messenger
I loosed the pin that riveted thy feet.
Oedipus
Yes, from my cradle that dread brand I bore.
Messenger
Whence thou deriv’st the name that still is thine.
Oedipus
Who did it? I adjure thee, tell me who
Say, was it father, mother?
Messenger
I know not.
The man from whom I had thee may know more.
Oedipus
What, did another find me, not thyself?
Messenger
Not I; another shepherd gave thee me.
Oedipus
Who was he? Would’st thou know again the man?