HAEMON.
In naught that is not right. Young as I am,
Thou shouldst my reasons weigh, not count my years.
CREON.
Does reason bid thee second anarchy?
HAEMON.
I would not ask e'en justice for the bad.
CREON.
Is not yon maiden sick of that disease?
HAEMON.
Not so avers the common voice of Thebes.