OEDIPUS.
They mark us both and understand that I
Wronged by the deeds defend myself with words.
CREON.
Nothing shall curb my will; though I be old
And single-handed, I will have this man.
OEDIPUS.
O woe is me!
CHORUS.
Thou art a bold man, stranger, if thou think’st
To execute thy purpose.
CREON.
So I do.
CHORUS.
Then shall I deem this State no more a State.
CREON.
With a just quarrel weakness conquers might.
OEDIPUS.
Ye hear his words?
CHORUS.
Aye words, but not yet deeds,
Zeus knoweth!
CREON.
Zeus may haply know, not thou.