their parents are lost, both of us lost, do not let them wander in beggary—are they not your own kindred?—do not let them sink down into my misery. No, pity them, seeing them utterly wretched in helpless childhood if you do not protect them. Show me that you promise, generous man, by touching me with your hand, [Creon touches him.] My children, there is much advice that I would give you were you but old enough to under stand, but all I can do now is bid you pray that you may live wherever you are let live, and that your life be happier than your father’s.
Creon. Enough of tears. Pass into the house.
Oedipus. I will obey, though upon conditions.
Creon. Conditions?
Oedipus. Banish me from this country. I know that nothing can destroy me, for I wait some incredible fate; yet cast me upon Cythaeron, chosen by my father and my mother for my tomb.
Creon. Only the gods can say yes or no to that.
Oedipus. No, for I am hateful to the gods.
Creon. If that be so you will get your wish the quicker. They will banish that which they hate.
Oedipus. Are you certain of that?
