Antigone

Sophocles

Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 3: The Antigone. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1891.

  1. Saved just now beyond hope and belief, I owe the gods great thanks.Exit the Guard.
Chorus
  1. Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man.
  2. This power spans the sea, even when it surges white before the gales of the south-wind, and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him. Earth, too, the eldest of the gods, the immortal, the unwearied,
  3. he wears away to his own ends, turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows weave to and fro year after year.
Chorus
  1. The light-hearted tribe of birds
  2. and the clans of wild beasts and the sea-brood of the deep he snares in the meshes of his twisted nets, and he leads them captive, very-skilled man. He masters by his arts
  3. the beast who dwells in the wilds and roams the hills. He tames the shaggy-maned horse, putting the yoke upon its neck, and tames the tireless mountain bull.