CH. Stranger, depart at once! Thou hast done wrong,
And wrong art doing.
CR. (to attendants).
Now then, lead her away
By force, if she refuse to go with you.
ANT. Ah me! unhappy! Whither shall I flee?
What aid of God or mortal can I find?
CH. What dost thou, stranger?
CR. I will lay no hand
On him, but on my kinswoman.
OED. Alas!
Lords of Colonos, will ye suffer it?
CH. Thou art transgressing, stranger.
CR. Nay, I stand
Within my right.
CH. How so?
CR. I take mine own.