Antigone
Sophocles
Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 3: The Antigone. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1891.
- Why do you torture me like this, when it does not help you?
- No, if I mock you, it is to my own pain that I do so.
- Tell me, how can I help you, even now?
- Save yourself. I do not grudge your escape.
- Ah, misery! Will I fall short of sharing your fate?
- Your choice was to live, it was mine to die.
- At least your choice was not made without my protests.
- One world approved your wisdom, another approved mine.
- Nevertheless, the offense is identical for both of us.
- Take heart! You live. But my life has long been
- in Death’s hands so that I might serve the dead.
- One of these maidens, I declare, has just revealed her foolishness; the other has displayed it from the moment of her birth.
- Yes, Creon. Whatever amount of reason nature may have given them does not remain with those in dire straits, but goes astray.
- Yours did, I know, when you chose dire actions with dire allies.
- What life would there be for me alone, without her presence?
- Do not speak of her presence. She lives no longer.
- What? You will kill your own son’s bride?