Oedipus
O King Apollo! may his joyous looks
Be presage of the joyous news he brings!
Priest
As I surmise, ’tis welcome; else his head
Had scarce been crowned with berry-laden bays.
Oedipus
We soon shall know; he’s now in earshot range.
Creon
Good news, for e’en intolerable ills,
Finding right issue, tend to naught but good.
Oedipus
How runs the oracle? thus far thy words
Give me no ground for confidence or fear.
Creon
If thou wouldst hear my message publicly,