Antigone
Sophocles
Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 3: The Antigone. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1891.
- And now when the whole city is held subject to a violent plague, come, we ask, with purifying feet over steep Parnassus,
- or over the groaning straits!
- O Leader of the chorus of the stars whose breath is fire, overseer of the chants in the night, son begotten of Zeus,
- appear, my king, with your attendant Thyiads, who in night-long frenzy dance and sing you as Iacchus the Giver!
Enter Messenger, on the spectators’ left.Messenger Chorus Messenger Chorus Messenger Chorus Messenger Chorus Messenger Chorus Enter Eurydice.Eurydice
- Neighbors of the house of Cadmus and of Amphion, there is no station of human life that I would ever praise or blame as being settled. Fortune sets upright and Fortune sinks the lucky and unlucky from day to day,
- and no one can prophesy to men concerning the order that has just been established. For Creon, as I saw it, was once blest: he had saved this land of Cadmus from its enemies; and having won sole and total dominion in the land, he guided it on a straight course and flourished in his noble crop of children.
- And now all this has been lost. When a man has forfeited his pleasures, I do not reckon his existence as life, but consider him just a breathing corpse. Heap up riches in your house, if you wish! Live with a tyrant’s pomp! But if there is no joy
- along with all of that, I would not pay even the shadow of smoke for all the rest, compared with joy.
- What is this new grief for our princes that you have come to report?
- They are dead, and the living are guilty of the deaths.
- Who is the murderer? Who the murdered? Tell us.
- Haemon is dead—his blood was shed by no strange hand.
- Was it his father’s, or his own ?
- He did it by his own, enraged with his father for the murder.
- Ah, prophet, how true, then, you have proved your word!
- Knowing that these things are so, you must consider the rest.
- Wait, I see the unhappy Eurydice, Creon’s wife, nearby. She comes from the house either knowing of her son, or merely by chance.
- People of Thebes, I heard your words as I was on my way to the gates to address divine Pallas with my prayers.
- At one and the same time I was loosening the bolts of the gate to open it, and the sound of a blow to our house struck my ear. In terror I sank back into the arms of my handmaids, and my senses fled.
- But repeat what your news was, for I shall hear it with ears that are no strangers to sorrow.