Dioc. Of his children.
Cre. Nay, though she be my sister, of his wife.
Alc. O that our Thebes might once again behold
A monarch, Theban born!
Dioc. We might have had one.
Pyr. Yes, had the people pleased.
Cre. Come, you are my friends:
The queen my sister, after Laius' death,
Feared to lie single; and supplied his place
With a young successor.
Dioc. He much resembles
Her former husband too.
Alc. I always thought so.
Pyr. When twenty winters more have grizzled his black locks,
He will be very Laius.
Cre. So he will.
Meantime, she stands provided of a Laius,
More young, and vigorous too, by twenty springs.
These women are such cunning purveyors!
Mark, where their appetites have once been pleased,
The same resemblance, in a younger lover,
134 Lies brooding in their fancies the same pleasures,
And urges their remembrance to desire.