OEDIPUS.
Well, let him go, no matter what it cost me,
Or certain death or shameful banishment,
For your sake I relent, not his; and him,
Where’er he be, my heart shall still abhor.
CREON.
Thou art as sullen in thy yielding mood
As in thine anger thou wast truculent.
Such tempers justly plague themselves the most.
OEDIPUS.
Leave me in peace and get thee gone.
CREON.
I go,
By thee misjudged, but justified by these.
[Exeunt CREON]
CHORUS.
(Ant. 1)
Lady, lead indoors thy consort; wherefore longer here delay?
JOCASTA.
Tell me first how rose the fray.
CHORUS.
Rumors bred unjust suspicious and injustice rankles sore.
JOCASTA.
Were both at fault?
CHORUS.
Both.
JOCASTA.
What was the tale?