Oedipus: "And that which my inquiry found our only cure I have done, for I have sent Creon, son of Menoeceus... Apollo's home at Pytho, so that he may learn what I should do or say to save this city."
Priest: "...the God with spear of fire, leaps on the city a cruel pestilence..."
Oedipus: "What sort of reply is this? For what you say gives me neither confidence nor fear."
Creon: "Phoebus clearly ordered us, my lord, to drive out the pollution being fostered in this very land, not to nurture it unhealed."