CREON.
Thou hast had enough of weeping; pass within.
OEDIPUS.
I must obey,
Though ’tis grievous.
CREON.
Weep not, everything must have its day.
OEDIPUS.
Well I go, but on conditions.
CREON.
What thy terms for going, say.
OEDIPUS.
Send me from the land an exile.
CREON.
Ask this of the gods, not me.
OEDIPUS.
But I am the gods’ abhorrence.
CREON.
Then they soon will grant thy plea.
OEDIPUS.
Lead me hence, then, I am willing.