Chorus
[510]
Terrible it is, stranger, to arouse the old woe that has for so long been laid to rest: and yet I yearn to hear—
Oedipus
What now?
Chorus
—Of that grief-filled anguish, cureless, with which you have wrestled.
Oedipus
[515]
By your hospitality, do not uncover the shame that I have suffered!
Chorus
Seeing that the tale is wide-spread and in no way weakens, I wish, friend, to hear it straight.
Oedipus
Ah me!
Chorus
Grant the favor, I beg!
Oedipus
Alas, alas!
Chorus
[520]
Grant my wish, as I have granted yours to the full.