Creon
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At length our empire, shook by civil broils.
The gods to peace and safety have restored ;
Wherefore, my friends, you had our late request
That you should meet us here ; for well I know
Your firm allegiance to great Laius, next
To (Edipus, and his unhappy sons ;
These by each other's hand untimely slain,
To me the sceptre doth of right descend,
As next in blood. Never can man be know,
His mind, his will, his passions ne'er appear
Till power and office call them forth ; for me,
'Tis my firm thought, and I have held it ever,
That he who rules and doth not follow that
Which wisdom counsels, but, restrained by fear,
Shuts up his lips, must be the worst of men ;
Nor do I deem him worthy who prefers
A friend, how dear soever, to his country.
Should I behold — witness all-seeing Jove ! —
This city wronged, I never would be silent,
Never would make the foe of Thebes my friend,
For on her safety must depend our own j
And if she flourish we can never want
Assistance or support. Thus would I act,
And therefore have I sent my edict forth
Touching the sons of OEdipus, commanding
That they should bury him who nobly fought
And died for Thebes, the good Eteocles,
Gracing his memory with each honour due
To the illustrious dead. For Polynices,
Abandoned exile, for a brother's blood
Thirsting insatiate — he who would in flames
Have wasted all, his country and his gods.
And made you slaves — I have decreed he lie
Unburied, his vile carcase to the birds
And hungry dogs a prey. There let him rot
Inglorious — 'tis my will ; for ne'er from me
Shall vice inherit virtue's due reward,
But him alone who is a friend to Thebes,
Living or dead shall Creon reverence still.
Choe. Son of Menseceus, 'twas thy great behest
Thus to reward them both ; thine is the power
O'er all supreme, the living and the dead.