Man. Fly, the tempest drives this way.
Tir. Whither can age and blindness take their flight?
If I could fly, what could I suffer worse,
Secure of greater ills? [Noise again, Creon, Creon, Creon!
Enter Creon, Diocles, Alcander, Pyracmon; followed by the Crowd.
Cre. I thank ye, countrymen; but must refuse
The honours you intend me; they're too great,
And I am too unworthy; think again,
And make a better choice.
1 Cit. Think twice! I ne'er thought twice in all my life;
That's double work.
139 2 Cit. My first word is always my second; and therefore I'll have no second word; and therefore, once again, I say, A Creon!
All. A Creon, A Creon, A Creon!
Cre. Yet hear me, fellow-citizens.
Dioc. Fellow-citizens! there was a word of kindness!
Alc. When did Œdipus salute you by that familiar name?