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WÄCHTER

So war der Hergang. Als wir eben hingeeilt,

von dir mit jenen schweren Worten hart bedräut,

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und wir vom Leichnam allen aufgehäuften Staub

gekehrt, bis völlig wir entblöfst den modernden;

da sitzen an den Hügelhöhn wir unterm Wind,

daſs uns der Hauch nicht treffe von dem Leichendunst,

wachsam erregend Mann den Mann mit strömenden

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Schmähreden, so sich einer lässig zeigt' im Werk.

Dies währte fort so lange, bis der Sonne Kreis

hoch in des Aethers Mitte stand, der strahlende,

und Glut uns sengte: jetzt erhebt vom Boden sich

furchtbare Windsbraut plötzlich, wirbelnd himmelhoch

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den Wettersturm, die Ebne füllend und das Haar

der Bäum' im Felde schändend, und der Aether ward

voll dieses Grauens. Blinzend trugen wir die Noth,

die gottgesandte. Wie sich endlich dies gelegt,

erscheint das Mägdlein, jammernd auf mit hellem Laut,

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wie eines bangen Vogels, wann er heimgekehrt

des leeren Bettes Lager sieht der Brut verwaist.

So klagte diese, da sie bloſs den Todten sieht,

in herbem Wehruf, und verflucht mit gräfslicher

Verwünschung jene, welche dieses Werk gethan.

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Und auf den Händen brings sogleich sie trocknen Staub;

hoch aus dem kunstreich erzgetriebnen Krug herab

kränzt spendend sie den Todten mit dreifachem Gufs.

Wir aber, dies gewahrend, eilen flugs heran,

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und greifen rasch sie; ruhig bleibt sie und gefafst.

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Und jener frühern und der jetzt vollbrachten That

beziehen wir sie: nichts verläugnend stand sie da.

Das ist mir wahrlich Freude, wenn auch Schmerz zugleich.

Denn selber aus Unglückes Noth entronnen seyn

ist sehr erfreulich; doch in Unglück ziehn den Freund

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ist schmerzlich: aber minder gilt nach meiner Art

mir dennoch alles dieses als mein eigen Wohl.

CREONTE

Creon

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Kreon.

Creon

(5 uard. Thus then it waa, No sooner had J left thee

BOTE

So war dieSache. Wie wir weggegangen

Von dir, als du Gewaltiges gedrohet,

So wischten allen Staub wir ab, der um

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Den Todten, wohl den nassen Leib entblöfsend ;

Und sezten uns auf hohen Hügel, an die Luft;

Dafs er Geruch nicht von sich gebe, fürchtend.

Es regt’ ein Mann den andern auf und drohte,

Wenn einer nicht die Arbeit achten würde.

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Und lange blieb es so, bis auseinander brechend

Der Sonne Kreis sich bükte grad herab +

Vom Aether, und der Brand erglühte .Plözlich hub

Vom Boden dann ein warmer Sturm den Wirbel,

Der Himmlisches betrübt, das Feld erfüllt und reifst

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Die Haare rings vom Wald des Thals, und voll ward

Davon der grofse Aether; wir verschlossen

Die Augen, hatten göttlich Weh, und als

Wir frei davon, in guter Zeit hernach,

So wird das Kind gesehn und weinet auf

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Mit scharfer Stimme, wie ein Vogel trauert,

Wenn in dem leeren Nest verwaist von Jungen er

Das Lager sieht. So sie, da sie entblöfst

Erblikt den Todten , jammerte sie laut auf,

Und fluchte böse Flüche, wers gethan,

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Und bringet Staub mit beiden Händen, schnell,

Und aus dem wohlgeschlagnen Eisenkruge kränzt

Sie dreimal mit Ergielsungen den Todten.

Wir, die’s gesehen, kamen, haschten sie,

Die nicht betroffen war, und klagten sie

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Des jezigen und schongeschehnen an.

Sie läugnet’ aber nichts mir ab, und war

Lieblich zugleich und auch betrübt, vor mir.

Denn, dass man selbst entflieht aus Uebeln, ist

Das angenehmste. Doch ins Unglük Freunde

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Zu bringen, ist betrübt. Doch dieses alles

Ist kleiner, als mein eignes Heil zu nehmen.

Creon

Creon

Guard

Here is she, the one who did the deed.

We caught this one burying him. Where is Creon?

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Chorus

There, he is coming from the house again at our need.

Creon

What is it? What has happened that makes my coming timely?

Guard

My king, there is nothing that a man can rightly swear he will not do. For second thought belies one’s first intent.

I could have vowed that I would not ever come here again, because of your threats by which I had just been storm-tossed. But since this joy that exceeds and oversteps my hopes can be compared in fulness to no other pleasure, I am back—though it is contrary to my sworn oath—

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bringing this girl who was caught giving burial honors to the dead. This time there was no casting of lots. No, this piece of luck has fallen to me, and me alone. And now, my king, as it pleases you, take her yourself, question her and convict her. But justice would see me

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released free and clear from this trouble.

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Creon

Your prisoner here—how and where did you take her?

Guard

She was burying the man. You know all there is to tell.

Creon

Are you clear and sure about what you are saying?

Guard

I am. I saw her burying the corpse that you

had forbidden to bury. Is that plain and sufficient?

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Creon

And how was she observed? How taken in the act?

Guard

It happened like this. When we had come to the place with those fierce threats of yours still in our ears, we swept away all the dust that covered

the corpse and bared the damp body well. We then sat down on the brow of the hill to windward, fleeing the smell from him, lest it strike us. Each man was wide awake and kept his neighbor alert with torrents of threats, if any one should be careless of this task.

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So time passed, until the disk of the sun stood bright in mid-sky and the heat began to burn. And then suddenly a whirlwind lifted from the earth a storm of dust, a trouble in the sky, and it filled the plain, marring all the foliage of its woods.

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Soon the wide air was choked with it. We closed our eyes, and endured the plague from the gods. When, after a long while, this storm had passed, the girl was seen, and she wailed aloud with the sharp cry of a grieving bird, as when inside her empty

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nest she sees the bed stripped of its nestlings. So she, too, when she saw the corpse bare, broke into a cry of lamentation and cursed with harsh curses those who had done it. Immediately she took thirsty dust in her hands,

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and from a pitcher of beaten bronze held high she crowned the dead with thrice-poured libations. We rushed forward when we saw it, and at once closed upon our quarry, who was not at all dismayed. We then charged her with her past and present doings,

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but she made no denial of anything—at once to my joy and to my pain. For to have escaped from trouble one’s self gives the greatest joy, but it stings to lead friends to evil. Naturally, though, all such things are

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of less account to me than my own safety.

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Creon

You, you with your face bent to the ground, do you admit, or deny that you did this?

Antigone

I declare it and make no denial.

Creon

To the Guard.

You can take yourself wherever you please,

free and clear of a heavy charge. Exit Guard.

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To Antigone.

You, however, tell me—not at length, but briefly—did you know that an edict had forbidden this?

Antigone

I knew it. How could I not? It was public.

Creon

And even so you dared overstep that law?

Antigone

Yes, since it was not Zeus that published me that edict, and since not of that kind are the laws which Justice who dwells with the gods below established among men. Nor did I think that your decrees were of such force, that a mortal could override the unwritten

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and unfailing statutes given us by the gods. For their life is not of today or yesterday, but for all time, and no man knows when they were first put forth. Not for fear of any man’s pride was I about to owe a penalty to the gods for breaking these.

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Die I must, that I knew well (how could I not?). That is true even without your edicts. But if I am to die before my time, I count that a gain. When anyone lives as I do, surrounded by evils, how can he not carry off gain by dying?

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So for me to meet this doom is a grief of no account. But if I had endured that my mother’s son should in death lie an unburied corpse, that would have grieved me. Yet for this, I am not grieved. And if my present actions are foolish in your sight,

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it may be that it is a fool who accuses me of folly.

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Chorus

She shows herself the wild offspring of a wild father, and does not know how to bend before troubles.

Creon

Yet remember that over-hard spirits most often collapse. It is the stiffest iron, baked to

utter hardness in the fire, that you most often see snapped and shivered. And I have witnessed horses with great spirit disciplined by a small bit. For there is no place for pride, when one is his neighbors’ slave.

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This girl was already practiced in outrage when she overstepped the published laws. And, that done, this now is a second outrage, that she glories in it and exults in her deed. In truth, then, I am no man, but she is,

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if this victory rests with her and brings no penalty. No! Whether she is my sister’s child, or nearer to me in blood than any of my kin that worship Zeus at the altar of our house, she and her sister will not escape a doom most harsh. For in truth

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I charge that other with an equal share in the plotting of this burial. Call her out! I saw her inside just now, raving, and not in control of her wits. Before the deed, the mind frequently is convicted of stealthy crimes when conspirators are plotting depravity in the dark.

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But, truly, I detest it, too, when one who has been caught in treachery then seeks to make the crime a glory.

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Antigone

What more do you want than to capture and kill me?

Creon

I want nothing else. Having that, I have everything.

Antigone

Why then do you wait? In none of your maxims

is there anything that pleases me—and may there never be! Similarly to you as well my views must be displeasing. And yet, how could I have won a nobler glory than by giving burial to my own brother? All here would admit that they approve,

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if fear did not grip their tongues. But tyranny, blest with so much else, has the power to do and say whatever it pleases.

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Creon

You alone out of all these Thebans see it that way.

Antigone

They do, too, but for you they hold their tongues.

Creon

Are you not ashamed that your beliefs differ from theirs?

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Antigone

No, there is nothing shameful in respecting your own flesh and blood.

Creon

Was not he your brother too, who died in the opposite cause?

Antigone

A brother by the same mother and the same father.

Creon

Why, then, do you pay a service that is disrespectful to him?

Antigone

The dead man will not support you in that.

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Creon

Yes, he will, if you honor him equally with the wicked one.

Antigone

It was his brother, not his slave, who died.

Creon

But he died ravaging this land, while he fell in its defense.

Antigone

Hades craves these rites, nevertheless.

Creon

But the good man craves a portion not equal to the evil’s.

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Antigone

Who knows but that these actions are pure to those below?

Creon

You do not love someone you have hated, not even after death.

Antigone

It is not my nature to join in hate, but in love.

Creon

Then, go down to hell and love them

if you must. While I live, no woman will rule me.

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