HERDSMAN.
Off-hand I cannot call him well to mind.
MESSENGER.
No wonder, master. But I will revive
His blunted memories. Sure he can recall
What time together both we drove our flocks,
He two, I one, on the Cithaeron range,
For three long summers; I his mate from spring
Till rose Arcturus; then in winter time
I led mine home, he his to Laius’ folds.
Did these things happen as I say, or no?
HERDSMAN.
’Tis long ago, but all thou say’st is true.
MESSENGER.
Well, thou mast then remember giving me
A child to rear as my own foster-son?
HERDSMAN.
Why dost thou ask this question? What of that?
MESSENGER.
Friend, he that stands before thee was that child.
HERDSMAN.
A plague upon thee! Hold thy wanton tongue!
OEDIPUS.
Softly, old man, rebuke him not; thy words
Are more deserving chastisement than his.
HERDSMAN.
O best of masters, what is my offense?
OEDIPUS.
Not answering what he asks about the child.