That I, the parricide, the pest, should die.
Creon.—So ran the words. But in our present need
’Tis better to learn surely what to do.
Œdipus.—And will ye ask for one so vile as I?
Creon.—Yea, now thou too would’st trust the voice of God.
Œdipus.—And this I charge thee, yea, and supplicate:
For her within, provide what tomb thou wilt,
For for thine own most meetly thou wilt care.
But never let this city of my fathers
Be sentenced to receive me as its guest;