ISMENE
No word of those we love, Antigone,
Painful or glad, hath reached me, since we two
Were utterly deprived of our two brothers,
Cut off with mutual stroke, both in one day.
And since the Argive host this now-past night
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Is vanished, I know nought beside to make me
Nearer to happiness or more in woe.
Antigone. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.