Never, I tell you, I will never shrink from a stranger, lost as you are now, or fail to lend a hand and save a life. I am only a man, well I know, and I have no more power over tomorrow, Oedipus, than you.
All else in the world almighty Time obliterates, crushes all to nothing. The earth’s strength wastes away, the strength of a man’s body wastes and dies, faith dies, and bad faith comes to life.
Given time, you’ll see this well, I know: you do yourself no good, not now, not years ago, indulging your rage despite the pleas of loved ones—blind rage has always been your ruin.
But at least I know one thing: you slander her and me of your own free will, but I made her my bride against my will, I repeat this to the world against my will.