Œdip. Something: But 'tis not yet your turn to ask:
How old was Laius, what his shape, his stature,
His action, and his mien? quick, quick, your answer!—
Joc. Big made he was, and tall: His port was fierce,
Erect his countenance: Manly majesty
Sate in his front, and darted from his eyes,
Commanding all he viewed: His hair just grizzled,
As in a green old age: Bate but his years,
You are his picture.
Œdip. [Aside.] Pray heaven he drew me not!—
Am I his picture?
Joc. So I have often told you.
Œdip. True, you have;
Add that unto the rest:—How was the king
Attended, when he travelled?
Joc. By four servants:
He went out private.
Œdip. Well counted still:—
One 'scaped, I hear; what since became of him?
Joc. When he beheld you first, as king in Thebes,
He kneeled, and trembling begged I would dismiss him:
He had my leave; and now he lives retired.
Œdip. This man must be produced: he must, Jocasta.
Joc. He shall—yet have I leave to ask you why?