Dearest of men! I know your voice. Terrible are the things I have just suffered at the hands of this man here. Theseus What things are these? And who has pained you? Speak! Oedipus Creon, whom you see here, has torn from me my children—my only two. Theseus What is that you say? Oedipus You have heard my wrongs. Theseus Hurry, one of you attendants, to the altars there, and order the people to leave the sacrifice and race on foot and by horse full speed, to the region where the two highways meet, so that the maidens may not pass, and I not become a mockery to this stranger as one worsted by force. Quick, I say, away with you! Turning towards Creon. As for this man, if my anger went as far as he deserves, I would not let him go uninjured from my hand. But now, just such law as he himself has brought will be the rule for his correction. Addressing Creon. You will never leave this land