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| Is that my conscience I hear? Don't tell me. She's dead, isn't she. | |
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| Oh Eddie, you old puss, I am who you once were. Know that the Queen, your wife, my mother, Jocasta, from shame now lieth thorned in the eye, clipped from life, and red like the roses. | |
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| Antigone, if Jocasta thinks I'm going to stab out my eyes and wander the earth like a wretch, she's got another thing coming, and as for you, my darling, I've already fucked one relative. | |
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