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I ask it not on my behalf, but thine. CREON And what the favor thou wouldst crave of me? OEDIPUS Forth from thy borders thrust me with all speed; Set me within some vasty desert where No mortal voice shall greet me any more. CREON This had I done already, but I deemed It first behooved me to consult the god. OEDIPUS His will was set forth fully--to destroy The parricide, the scoundrel; and I am he. CREON Yea, so he spake, but in our present plight 'Twere better to consult the god anew. OEDIPUS Dare ye inquire concerning such a wretch? CREON Yea, for thyself wouldst credit now his word. OEDIPUS Aye, and on thee in all humility I lay this charge: let her who lies within Receive such burial as thou shalt ordain; Such rites 'tis thine, as brother, to perform. But for myself, O never let my Thebes, The city of my sires, be doomed to bear The burden of my presence while I live. No, let me be a dweller on the hills, On yonder mount Cithaeron, famed as mine, My tomb predestined for me by my sire And mother, while they lived, that I may die Slain as they sought to slay me, when alive. This much I know full surely, nor disease Shall end my days, nor any common chance; For I had ne'er been snatched from death, unless I was predestined to some awful doom. |
