Antigone
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Why then delay, since nothing in thy words
To me is pleasing, or will ever please ;
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Nor will my words be pleasing to thy ear?
A brighter glory whence could I obtain
Than from this deed, a brother’s honour’d corse
Entombing? All here present would aloud
Applaud the deed, but fear hath chain’d their tongues.
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Amidst their envied greatness kings enjoy
This. pow’r, to do and speak whate’er they please.
Antigone. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.