My royal sister, Oedipus, thy lord,
Hath bid me choose (O dread alternative!)
An outlaw's exile or a felon's death.
Yes, lady; I have caught him practicing
Against my royal person his vile arts.
May I ne'er speed but die accursed, if I
In any way am guilty of this charge.
Believe him, I adjure thee, Oedipus,