CREON.
Then Thebes will take a dearer surety soon;
I will lay hands on more than these two maids.
CHORUS.
What canst thou further?
CREON.
Carry off this man.
CHORUS.
Brave words!
CREON.
And deeds forthwith shall make them good.
CHORUS.
Unless perchance our sovereign intervene.
OEDIPUS.
O shameless voice! Would’st lay an hand on me?
CREON.
Silence, I bid thee!
OEDIPUS.
Goddesses, allow
Thy suppliant to utter yet one curse!
Wretch, now my eyes are gone thou hast torn away
The helpless maiden who was eyes to me;
For these to thee and all thy cursed race
May the great Sun, whose eye is everywhere,
Grant length of days and old age like to mine.
CREON.
Listen, O men of Athens, mark ye this?