Oh! surely joyous! How else should he bear That fruited laurel wreathed about his hair? Oedipus. Oedipus. We soon shall know.—'Tis not too far for one Clear-voiced. (Shouting) Ho, brother! Prince! Menoikeus' son, What message from the God? vv. 87-99 [Pg 7] Creon (from a distance). vv. 87-99 [Pg 7] Creon Message of joy! Enter Creon Creon I tell thee, what is now our worst annoy, If the right deed be done, shall turn to good. [The crowd, which has been full of excited hope, falls to doubt and disappointment. Oedipus. Oedipus. Nay, but what is the message? For my blood
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