'Tis the token of my doom.
STRANGER.
Myself I dare not thrust thee out until
On my report the State my act approves.
OEDIPUS.
To a poor wanderer, friend, be not unkind,
But what I humbly ask thee deign to tell.
STRANGER.
Speak on, and no unkind refusal fear.
OEDIPUS.
What is the place, then, upon which we stand?