The man is gone, King Creon, in anger and haste. A young mind is fierce
when stung.CreonLet him do—no!—let him plan something more immense than befits a man.
Farewell to him! Still he will not save these two girls from death.ChorusThen the pair of them, you really
intend to kill them both?CreonNot the one who did not put her hands to the burial. You are right.ChorusAnd by what mode of death do you mean to kill the other?CreonI will take her where the path is deserted, unvisited by men, and entomb
her alive in a rocky vault, setting out a ration of food, but only as much as piety requires so
that all the city may escape defilement. And praying there to Hades, the
only god she worships, perhaps she will obtain immunity from death, or
else will learn, at last, even this late,