Jocasta. What do you say? I tremble when I look on you, my king.
Oedipus. And I have a misgiving that the seer can see indeed. But I will know it all more clearly, if you tell me one thing more.
Jocasta. Indeed, though I tremble I will answer whatever you ask.
Oedipus. Had he but a small troop with him; or did he travel like a great man with many followers?
Jocasta. There were but five in all—one of them a herald; and there was one carriage with Laius in it.
Oedipus. Alas! It is now clear indeed. Who was it brought the news, lady?
Jocasta. A servant—the one survivor.
Oedipus. Is he by chance in the house now?
Jocasta. No; for when he found you reigning instead of Laius he besought me, his hand clasped in mine, to send him to the fields among the cattle that he might be far from the sight of this town; and I sent him. He was a worthy man for a slave and might have asked a bigger thing.
Oedipus. I would have him return to us without delay.
Jocasta. Oedipus, it Is easy. But why do you ask this?
Oedipus. I fear that I have said too much, and therefore I would question him.
