I will bury him, although the state forbids.CreonDo so, and you will be making your own grave by his.AntigoneA noble end, for two so near and dear to lie side by side!CreonSeize and take her inside.AntigoneOh, no! For I will not let go of this corpse.CreonThese are the god’s decrees, my girl, not what seems good to you.AntigoneAnd this has been decreed, not to insult the dead.CreonBe sure that no one will sprinkle over the corpse the moistened dust.AntigoneO Creon, by my mother Jocasta, I implore you!CreonYour labor is in vain; you will not gain your prayer.AntigoneLet me only bathe the dead body.CreonThat would be part of what is forbidden by the city.AntigoneAt least let me bandage the cruel wounds.CreonNo; you will never pay honor to this corpse.AntigoneO my dearest! At least I will kiss your mouth.CreonDo not let this mourning bring disaster on your marriage.AntigoneMarriage! Do you think I will marry your son while I am alive?CreonIndeed you must; how will you escape the match?AntigoneThen that night will find in me another Danaid bride!Creonturning to OedipusDo you see how boldly she reproaches me?