Creon, you have been a good king-good for Thebes and good for her people.
But I must warn you that you are presently heading down a dangerous path.
What do you mean?
This morning at my altar I made a brunt offering. The smoke exploded in the air and my boy told me its midst he saw birds tearing at one another-tearing the flesh from each other's bodies
What does it mean?
It means the gods are rejecting our prayers. The state is sick and I know it is your decision not to bury Polynices that has caused it.
You can't scare me, Tiresias. I don't believe your prophecies.
You've become a cruel tyrant, Creon
Don't forget who your speaking to, Tiresias. I am ruler.
Yes, you are ruler and I prefer not to have to tell you, but I must. The signs are all there, Creon. You have angered the gods. This deed, this denial of burial to Polynices, will be avenged. It will come back to haunt you and yours for generations.