hurry, for the love of the gods, hide me somewhere beyond the land, or slay me, or cast me into the sea, where you will never behold me any longer! Approach—deign to lay your hands on a wretched man—listen and fear not: my plague can reston no other mortal.ChorusBut here is Creon in good time to plan and perform that which you request. He alone is left to guard the land in your place.OedipusAh, me, how will I address him?