My children, latest generation born from Cadmus, why are you sitting here with wreathed sticks in supplication to me, while the city fills with incense, chants and cries of pain? … so I have come in person—I, Oedipus, whose fame all men acknowledge. … I shall assist you willingly in every way. I would be a hard-hearted man indeed, if I did not pity suppliants like these. Based on its context, what is a suppliant?