To wander masterless, these thine own kin,
And beggared. Neither think of them such sin
As ye all know in me, but let their fate
Touch thee. So young they are, so desolate—
Of all save thee. True man, give me thine hand,
And promise.
[Oedipus and Creon clasp hands.
If your age could understand,
Children, full many counsels I could give.
But now I leave this one word: Pray to live
As life may suffer you, and find a road
To travel easier than your father trod.
Creon.
Enough thy heart hath poured its tears; now back into thine house repair.
Oedipus.
I dread the house, yet go I must.
Creon.
Fair season maketh all things fair.
Oedipus.
One oath then give me, and I go.
Creon.
Name it, and I will answer thee.
Oedipus.
To cast me from this land.
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