Creon
Thou hast had enough of weeping; pass within.
Oedipus
I must obey,
Though ’tis grievous.
Creon
Weep not, everything must have its day.
Oedipus
Well I go, but on conditions.
Creon
What thy terms for going, say.
Oedipus
Send me from the land an exile.
Creon
Ask this of the gods, not me.
Oedipus
But I am the gods’ abhorrence.
Creon
Then they soon will grant thy plea.
Oedipus
So thou yieldest to my pleading?