Indeed, if the truth has any power.
Creon is not your downfall, no, you are your own.
I am not your slave. I serve Apollo.
No man will ever be rooted from the earth as brutally as you.
I would never have come if you hadn’t called me here.
This day will bring your birth and your destruction.
Your great good fortune, true, it was your ruin.
How sad when those who reason, reason wrong.
I don’t know. And when I don’t, I keep quiet.
No one with any sense of self-control.
But don’t convict me on sheer unverified surmise.
Words scare not him who blenches not at deeds.
I think you’re insane.
What if you’re wholly wrong?
Not if you rule unjustly.
My city too, not yours alone!
My god, my god – what have you planned to do to me?
I have a terrible fear the blind seer can see.
I know I please where I must please the most.
Does it hurt in your ears, sir, or in your soul?