OED. I mean the force of their behest
Compelling my removal hence to Thebes.
THE. So thy consent were sought, ’twere fair to yield.
OED. Once I was ready enough. They would not then.
THE. Wrath is not wisdom in misfortune, man!
OED. Nay, chide not till thou knowest.
THE. Inform me, then!
I must not speak without just grounds.
OED. O Theseus,
I am cruelly harassed with wrong heaped on wrong.
THE. Mean’st thou that prime misfortune of thy birth?
OED. No. That hath long been rumoured through the world.
THE. What, then, can be thy grief? If more than that,
’Tis more than human.