Haemon, dearest! How your father wrongs you!CreonEnough! Enough of you and of your marriage!ChorusWill you really cheat your son of this girl?CreonDeath it is who will end these bridals for me.ChorusThen it seems that it is resolved that she will die.CreonResolved, yes, for you and by me.To the two Attendants.No more delay! Servants, take them inside! Hereafter they must be women, and not left at large. For it is known that even the brave seek to flee, when they see Death now closing on their life.Exeunt Attendants, guarding Antigone and Ismene. Creon remains.