Chorus
What would you infer from this? The lady
has turned back and gone without a word, either for good or for evil.
1245
Messenger
I, too, am startled. Still I am nourished by the hope that at the grave news of her son she thinks it unworthy to make her laments before the city, but in the shelter of her home will set her handmaids to mourn the house’s grief.
For she is not unhabituated to discretion, that she should err.
1250
Chorus
I do not know. But to me, in any case, a silence too strict seems to promise trouble just as much as a fruitless abundance of weeping.
Messenger
I will find out whether she is not, in fact, hiding some repressed plan in the darkness of her passionate heart.
I will go in, since you are right—in an excess of silence, too, there may be trouble.
Exit Messenger.
1255
Antigone. Sophocles. Richard Jebb (Translator). Cambridge. 1891.
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