Jocasta
Oh, as thou carest for thy life, give o’er
This quest. Enough the anguish I endure.
Oedipus
Be of good cheer; though I be proved the son
Of a bondwoman, aye, through three descents
Triply a slave, thy honor is unsmirched.
Jocasta
Yet humour me, I pray thee; do not this.
Oedipus
I cannot; I must probe this matter home.
Jocasta
’Tis for thy sake I advise thee for the best.
Oedipus
I grow impatient of this best advice.