Antigone

Sophocles

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

  1. I have heard with my own ears how our Phrygian guest, the daughter of Tantalus, perished
  2. in so much suffering on steep Sipylus—how, like clinging ivy, the sprouting stone subdued her. And the rains, as men tell, do not leave her melting form, nor does the snow,
  3. but beneath her weeping lids she dampens her collar. Most like hers is the god-sent fate that leads me to my rest.
Chorus
  1. Yet she was a goddess, as you know, and the offspring of gods,
  2. while we are mortals and mortal-born. Still it is a great thing for a woman who has died to have it said of her that she shared the lot of the godlike in her life, and afterwards, in death.
Antigone
  1. Ah, you mock me! In the name of our fathers’ gods,
  2. why do you not wait to abuse me until after I have gone, and not to my face, O my city, and you, her wealthy citizens? Ah, spring of Dirce, and you holy ground of Thebes whose chariots are many,