TEIRESIAS.
How far good counsel is the best of goods?
CREON.
True, as unwisdom is the worst of ills.
TEIRESIAS.
Thou art infected with that ill thyself.
CREON.
I will not bandy insults with thee, seer.
TEIRESIAS.
And yet thou say’st my prophesies are frauds.
CREON.
Prophets are all a money-getting tribe.
TEIRESIAS.
And kings are all a lucre-loving race.
CREON.
Dost know at whom thou glancest, me thy lord?
TEIRESIAS.
Lord of the State and savior, thanks to me.
CREON.
Skilled prophet art thou, but to wrong inclined.