Can meetly see and hear their kindred’s ills.
Œdipus.—Oh! by the gods! since thou, beyond my hopes,
Dost come all noble unto me all base,
In one thing hearken. For thy good I ask.
Creon.—And what request seek’st thou so wistfully?
Œdipus.—Cast me with all thy speed from out this land,
Where never more a man may look on me!
Creon.—Be sure I would have done so, but I wished
To learn what now the God will bid us do.
Œdipus.—The oracle was surely clear enough