Oedipus.

How now, assassin? Walking at my gate

With eye undimmed, thou plotter demonstrate

Against this life, and robber of my crown?

God help thee! Me! What was it set me down

Thy butt? So dull a brain hast found in me

Aforetime, such a faint heart, not to see

Thy work betimes, or seeing not to smite?

Art thou not rash, this once! It needeth might

Of friends, it needeth gold, to make a throne

Thy quarry; and I fear me thou hast none.

Creon.

One thing alone I ask thee. Let me speak

As thou hast spoken; then, with knowledge, wreak

Thy judgement. I accept it without fear.

Oedipus.

More skill hast thou to speak than I to hear

Thee. There is peril found in thee and hate.

Creon.

That one thing let me answer ere too late.

Oedipus.

One thing be sure of, that thy plots are known.

Creon.

The man who thinks that bitter pride alone

Can guide him, without thought—his mind is sick.

Oedipus.

Who thinks to slay his brother with a trick

And suffer not himself, his eyes are blind.

Creon.

Thy words are more than just. But say what kind

Of wrong thou fanciest I have done thee. Speak.

Oedipus.

Didst urge me, or didst urge me not, to seek

A counsel from that man of prophecies?

Creon.

So judged I then, nor now judge otherwise.

Oedipus.

[Suddenly seeing a mode of attack.

How many years have passed since Laïus …

[The words seem to choke him.

Creon.

Speak on. I cannot understand thee thus.

Oedipus.

[With an effort.

Passed in that bloody tempest from men’s sight?

Creon.

Long years and old. I scarce can tell them right.

Oedipus.

At that time was this seer in Thebes, or how?

Creon.

He was; most wise and honoured, even as now.

Oedipus.

At that time did he ever speak my name?

Creon.

No. To mine ear at least it never came.

Oedipus.

Held you no search for those who slew your King?

Creon.

For sure we did, but found not anything.

Oedipus.

How came the all-knowing seer to leave it so?

Creon.

Ask him! I speak not where I cannot know.

Oedipus.

One thing thou canst, with knowledge full, I wot.

Creon.

Speak it. If true, I will conceal it not.