CREON.
Am I to rule for others, or myself?
HAEMON.
A State for one man is no State at all.
CREON.
The State is his who rules it, so ’tis held.
HAEMON.
As monarch of a desert thou wouldst shine.
CREON.
This boy, methinks, maintains the woman’s cause.
HAEMON.
If thou be’st woman, yes. My thought’s for thee.
CREON.
O reprobate, would’st wrangle with thy sire?
HAEMON.
Because I see thee wrongfully perverse.
CREON.
And am I wrong, if I maintain my rights?
HAEMON.
Talk not of rights; thou spurn’st the due of Heaven