OED. Thy thought is just,
But man may not compel the Gods.
CH. Again,
That failing, I perceive a second way.
OED. Were there a third, spare not to speak it forth.
CH. I know of one alone whose kingly mind
Sees all King Phoebus sees—Tirésias,—he
Infallibly could guide us in this quest.
OED. That doth not count among my deeds undone.
[page 93][288-321] By Creon’s counsel I have sent twice o’er
To fetch him, and I muse at his delay.
CH. The rumour that remains is old and dim.
OED. What rumour? Let no tale be left untried.
CH. ’Twas said he perished by some wandering band.
OED. But the one witness is removed from ken.
CH. Well, if the man be capable of fear,
He’ll not remain when he hath heard thy curse.