here comes creon. he can best answer your requests with advice-- he is that sole protector of this land in your place. what can i say to him? what convincing plea can i offer? all my wrongs to him have been exposed. oedipus, i have not come to jeer at you or to tax you with past wrongs. if you people have no respect for human decency, you might at least not dishonor the life giving--of our lord, the son, to expose this pollution nakedly when it's rejected by earth and holy rain and daylight. escort him inside. piety demands that only his own family should watch or listen to his calamities. you relieve me in my worst fears. you've shown yourself noble when i was vile. in god's name, listen to me. it's for your own good, not mine. what's the matter? what's your petition? drive me to exile this instant where no human being can find me. you can be quite sure i'd have done that. only first, i wanted to learn the god's will. but his words are an open book. the sinner, the parricide must die. here i am. that