OEDIPUS AT COLONUS
Theseus
He only waits, they say, to speak with thee,
And then unharmed to go upon his way.
Oedipus
I marvel who is this petitioner.
Theseus
Think if there be not any of thy kin
At Argos who might claim this boon of thee.
Oedipus
Dear friend, forbear, I pray.
Theseus
What ails thee now?
Oedipus
Ask it not of me.
Theseus
Ask not what? explain.
Oedipus
Thy words have told me who the suppliant is.
Theseus
Who can he be that I should frown on him?
Oedipus
My son, O king, my hateful son, whose words
Of all men’s most would jar upon my ears.
Theseus
Thou sure mightst listen. If his suit offend.
No need to grant it. Why so loth to hear him?
Oedipus
That voice, O king, grates on a father’s ears;
I have come to loathe it. Force me not to yield.
