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SHEPHERD.
Born in his house I was, not bought with gold.
OEDIPUS.
What kind of work, what way of life, was thine?
SHEPHERD.
Most of my days I tended sheep or kine.
OEDIPUS.
What was thy camping ground at midsummer?
SHEPHERD.
Sometimes Kithairon, sometimes mountains near.
OEDIPUS.
Saw'st ever there this man thou seest now?
SHEPHERD.
There, Lord? What doing?--What man meanest thou?
OEDIPUS.
[_Pointing to the_ STRANGER.
Look! Hath he ever crossed thy path before?
[Sidenote: vv. 1131-1146]
SHEPHERD.
I call him not to mind, I must think more.
STRANGER.
Small wonder that, O King! But I will throw Light on his memories.--Right well I know He knows the time when, all Kithairon through, I with one wandering herd and he with two, Three times we neighboured one another, clear From spring to autumn stars, a good half-year.
At winter's fall we parted; he drove down To his master's fold, and I back to mine own....
Dost call it back, friend? Was it as I say?
SHEPHERD.
It was. It was.... 'Tis all so far away.
STRANGER.
Say then: thou gavest me once, there in the wild, A babe to rear far off as mine own child?
SHEPHERD.
[_His terror returning._
What does this mean? To what end askest thou?
STRANGER.
[_Pointing to_ OEDIPUS.
That babe has grown, friend. 'Tis our master now.
SHEPHERD.
[_He slowly understands, then stands for a moment horror-struck._
No, in the name of death!... Fool, hold thy peace.
[_He lifts his staff at the_ STRANGER.
[Sidenote: vv. 1147-1157]
OEDIPUS.
Ha, greybeard! Wouldst thou strike him?--'Tis not his Offences, 'tis thine own we need to mend.
SHEPHERD.
Most gentle master, how do I offend?
OEDIPUS.
Whence came that babe whereof he questioneth?
SHEPHERD.
He doth not know ... 'tis folly ... what he saith.
OEDIPUS.
Thou wilt not speak for love; but pain maybe ...
SHEPHERD.
I am very old. Ye would not torture me.