Part 12

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.

How many years have passed since Laïus ...

CREON.

Speak on. I cannot understand thee thus.

OEDIPUS.

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?