SOPHOCLES
vv. 1519–1523
Creon.
A gift not mine but God’s thou askest me.
Oedipus.
I am a thing of God abhorred.
Creon.
The more, then, will he grant thy prayer.
Oedipus.
Thou givest thine oath?
Creon.
I see no light; and, seeing not, I may not swear.
Oedipus.
Then take me hence. I care not.
Creon.
Go in peace, and give these children o’er.
Oedipus.
Ah no! Take not away my daughters!
[They are taken from him.
Creon.
Seek not to be master more.
Did not thy masteries of old forsake thee when the end was near?
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