O noble soul, I pray thee, touch my hand
In token of consent. And ye, my girls,
Had ye the minds to hearken, I would fain
Give ye much counsel. As it is, pray for me
To live where’er is meet; and for yourselves
A brighter life than his ye call your sire.
Creon.—Enough of tears and words. Go thou within.
Œdipus.—I needs must yield, however hard it be.
Creon.—In their right season, all things prosper best.
Œdipus.—Know’st thou my wish?