The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Oedipus Trilogy, by Sophocles ...

CREON
Fear not, I've posted guards to watch the corpse.
CHORUS
What further duty would'st thou lay on us?
CREON
Not to connive at disobedience.
CHORUS
No man is mad enough to court his death.
CREON
The penalty _is_ death: yet hope of gain
Hath lured men to their ruin oftentimes.
[Enter GUARD]
GUARD
My lord, I will not make pretense to pant
And puff as some light-footed messenger.
In sooth my soul beneath its pack of thought
Made many a halt and turned and turned again;
For conscience plied her spur and curb by turns.
"Why hurry headlong to thy fate, poor fool?"
She whispered. Then again, "If Creon learn
This from another, thou wilt rue it worse."
Thus leisurely I hastened on my road;
Much thought extends a furlong to a league.
But in the end the forward voice prevailed,
To face thee. I will speak though I say nothing.
For plucking courage from despair methought,
'Let the worst hap, thou canst but meet thy fate.'
CREON
What is thy news? Why this despondency?
GUARD
Let me premise a word about myself?
I neither did the deed nor saw it done,
Nor were it just that I should come to harm.
CREON
Thou art good at parry, and canst fence about
Some matter of grave import, as is plain.
GUARD
The bearer of dread tidings needs must quake.
CREON
Then, sirrah, shoot thy bolt and get thee gone.
GUARD
Well, it must out; the corpse is buried; someone
E'en now besprinkled it with thirsty dust,
Performed the proper ritual--and was gone.
CREON