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,