Antigone
Sophocles
Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 3: The Antigone. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1891.
- By the altar, with a sharp-whetted sword, she struck until her eyes went slack and dark. Before that she bewailed the noble fate of Megareus who died earlier, and then the fate of this boy, and also, with her last breath,
- she called down evil fortune upon you, the slayer of her sons.
- Ah, no! I tremble with fear. Why does no one strike me full on my chest with a two-edged sword?
- I am miserable—ah—and bathed in miserable anguish!
- Yes, because you were accused of responsibility for both this son’s death, and the other’s, by her whose corpse you see.
- What was the manner of the violent deed by which she departed?
- Her own hand struck her to the heart upon learning her son’s sharply-lamented fate.