Antigone
Sophocles
Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 3: The Antigone. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1891.
- grips this girl with the same fierce gusts.
- Then because of this her guards will have reason to lament their slowness.
- Ah, no! That command verges close on death.
- I cannot console you with any hope that your doom is not to be fulfilled in that way.
- O city of my fathers, land of Thebes, and you gods, our ancestors! I am led away now; there is no more delay!
- Look at me, you who are Thebes’ lords—look at the only remaining daughter of the house of your kings. See what I suffer, and at whose hands, because I revered reverence!Antigone is led away by the guards.
- So too endured Danae in her beauty to change
- the light of the sky for brass-bound walls, and in that chamber, both burial and bridal, she was held in strict confinement. And yet was she of esteemed lineage, my daughter,
- and guarded a deposit of the seed of Zeus that had fallen in a golden rain. But dreadful is the mysterious power of fate—there is no deliverance from it by wealth or by war, by towered city, or dark, sea-beaten ships.
- And Dryas’s son, the Edonian king swift to rage, was tamed in recompense for his frenzied insults, when, by the will of Dionysus, he was shut in a rocky prison. There the fierce and swelling force of his madness trickled away.
- That man came to know the god whom in his frenzy he had provoked with mockeries. For he had sought to quell the god-inspired women and the Bacchanalian fire,
- and he angered the Muses who love the flute.
- And by the waters of the Dark Rocks, the waters of the twofold sea, are the shores of Bosporus and the Thracian city Salmydessus,
- where Ares, neighbor of that city, saw the accursed, blinding wound inflicted on the two sons of Phineus by his savage wife. It was a wound that brought darkness to the hollows, making them crave vengeance
- for the eyes she crushed with her bloody hands and with her shuttle for a dagger.
- Wasting away in their misery, they bewailed their miserable suffering
- and their birth from their mother stripped of her marriage. But she traced her descent from the ancient line of the Erechtheids, and in far-distant caves she was raised amidst her father’s gusts. She was the child of Boreas,
- running swift as horses over the steep hills, a daughter of gods. Yet she, too, was assailed by the long-lived Fates, my child.
Enter Teiresias, led by a boy, on the spectators’ right.Teiresias
- Princes of Thebes, we have come on a shared journey, two scouting the way by the eyes of one.
- For this is the method of travel for the blind, using a guide.