Chorus
Still the same tempest of the soul
grips this girl with the same fierce gusts.
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Creon
Then because of this her guards will have reason to lament their slowness.
Antigone
Ah, no! That command verges close on death.
Creon
I cannot console you with any hope that your doom is not to be fulfilled in that way.
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Antigone
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.
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Antigone. Sophocles. Richard Jebb (Translator). Cambridge. 1891.
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