Jocasta: Heaven and fortune smile; for my sons are yet alive and my
country hath escaped ruin. But Creon seems to have reaped the bitter
fruit of my marriage with Oedipus, by losing his son to his sorrow,
a piece of luck-for Thebes, but bitter grief to him. Prithee to thy
tale again and say what my two sons next intend.
Messenger: Forbear to question further; all is well with thee so far.
Jocasta: Thy words but rouse my suspicions; I cannot leave it thus.
Messenger: Hast thou any further wish than thy sons' safety?
Jocasta: Yea, I would learn whether in the sequel I am also blest.
Messenger: Let me go; thy son is left without his squire.
Jocasta: There is some evil thou art hiding, veiling it in darkness.
Messenger: Maybe; I would not add ill news to the good thou hast heard.
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