Oedipus confronts his accusers.
I have proven that I have killed my father and slept with my mother. Well, so what? Now you prove that my actions were evil. I discovered facts that, when pieced together, led me to my conclusions. What facts can you piece together to prove that I acted immorally?
I say that you can prove no such thing. I will not shrink in shame, for I feel no shame. I will not gouge out my eyes and go blind for my innocence. You do not wish me to be your king any longer? Fine. I will depart. I go prouder than all of you, who have not reason, but emotion, blind emotion, on your side. I see you for what you are. You do not see me.