Oedipus: They will compel you to convey me there to Thebes.
Theseus: But if you are willing, then exile is not becoming.
Oedipus: No, when I was willing, they refused.
Theseus: Foolish man, anger amidst woes is not suitable.
Oedipus: When you have heard my story, admonish; till then, forbear.
Theseus: Speak. I must not pronounce without knowledge.
Oedipus: I have suffered, Theseus, terrible woes upon woes.
Theseus: Will you speak of the ancient trouble of your race?
Oedipus: No, indeed; all Greeks speak of that.
Theseus: How, then, do you suffer beyond what is mortal?
Oedipus: The circumstance is this: from my country I have been driven by my own sons; and I may not return, since I am guilty of a father’s blood.
Theseus: Why would they have you brought back, if you must dwell apart?
Oedipus: The word of the god will compel them.
Theseus: What suffering do they fear from the oracles?
Oedipus: That they must be struck down in this land.
Theseus: And how should bitterness come between them and me?
The quote: Oedipus: Dearest son of Aegeus, to the gods alone old age and death never come, but everything else sinks into chaos from time which overpowers all.
Oedipus: Earth’s strength decays, and so too the strength of the body; trust dies; distrust is born; and the same spirit is never steadfast among friends, or between city and city. For some now, for others tomorrow, sweet feelings turn to bitter, and then once more to being dear. And if now the sun shines brightly between Thebes and you, yet time in his course gives birth to days and nights untold, in which from a small cause they will scatter with the spear today’s pledges of concord.