JO. Let not thy queen be left in ignorance

What cause thou hadst to lift thy wrath so high.

OED. I'll tell thee, lady, for I honour thee

More than these citizens. 'Twas Creon there,

And his inveterate treason against me.

JO. Accuse him, so you make the quarrel plain.

OED. He saith I am the murderer of the King.

JO. Speaks he from hearsay, or as one who knows?

OED. He keeps his own lips free: but hath suborned

A rascal soothsayer to this villany.

JO. Hearken to me, and set your heart at rest

On that you speak of, while I make you learn

No mortal thing is touched by soothsaying.

Of that I'll give thee warrant brief and plain.

Word came to Laius once, I will not say

From Phoebus' self, but from his ministers,

The King should be destroyed by his own son,

If son were born to him from me. What