Part 2

With the nymphs who fostered the lusty child.

(Ant. 1)

And fed each morn by the pearly dew

The starred narcissi shine,

And a wreath with the crocus' golden hue

For the Mother and Daughter twine.

And never the sleepless fountains cease

That feed Cephisus' stream,

But they swell earth's bosom with quick increase,

And their wave hath a crystal gleam.

And the Muses' quire will never disdain

To visit this heaven-favored plain,

Nor the Cyprian queen of the golden rein.

(Str. 2)

And here there grows, unpruned, untamed,

Terror to foemen's spear,

A tree in Asian soil unnamed,

By Pelops' Dorian isle unclaimed,

Self-nurtured year by year;

'Tis the grey-leaved olive that feeds our boys;

Nor youth nor withering age destroys

The plant that the Olive Planter tends

And the Grey-eyed Goddess herself defends.

(Ant. 2)

Yet another gift, of all gifts the most

Prized by our fatherland, we boast--

The might of the horse, the might of the sea;

Our fame, Poseidon, we owe to thee,

Son of Kronos, our king divine,

Who in these highways first didst fit

For the mouth of horses the iron bit;

Thou too hast taught us to fashion meet

For the arm of the rower the oar-blade fleet,

Swift as the Nereids' hundred feet

As they dance along the brine.

ANTIGONE

Oh land extolled above all lands, 'tis now

For thee to make these glorious titles good.

OEDIPUS

Why this appeal, my daughter?

ANTIGONE

Father, lo!

Creon approaches with his company.

OEDIPUS

Fear not, it shall be so; if we are old,

This country's vigor has no touch of age.

[Enter CREON with attendants]

CREON

Burghers, my noble friends, ye take alarm

At my approach (I read it in your eyes),

Fear nothing and refrain from angry words.

I come with no ill purpose; I am old,

And know the city whither I am come,

Without a peer amongst the powers of Greece.

It was by reason of my years that I

Was chosen to persuade your guest and bring

Him back to Thebes; not the delegate

Of one man, but commissioned by the State,

Since of all Thebans I have most bewailed,

Being his kinsman, his most grievous woes.

O listen to me, luckless Oedipus,

Come home! The whole Cadmeian people claim

With right to have thee back, I most of all,

For most of all (else were I vile indeed)

I mourn for thy misfortunes, seeing thee

An aged outcast, wandering on and on,

A beggar with one handmaid for thy stay.

Ah! who had e'er imagined she could fall

To such a depth of misery as this,

To tend in penury thy stricken frame,

A virgin ripe for wedlock, but unwed,

A prey for any wanton ravisher?

Seems it not cruel this reproach I cast

On thee and on myself and all the race?

Aye, but an open shame cannot be hid.

Hide it, O hide it, Oedipus, thou canst.

O, by our fathers' gods, consent I pray;

Come back to Thebes, come to thy father's home,

Bid Athens, as is meet, a fond farewell;

Thebes thy old foster-mother claims thee first.

OEDIPUS

O front of brass, thy subtle tongue would twist

To thy advantage every plea of right

Why try thy arts on me, why spread again

Toils where 'twould gall me sorest to be snared?

In old days when by self-wrought woes distraught,

I yearned for exile as a glad release,

Thy will refused the favor then I craved.

But when my frenzied grief had spent its force,

And I was fain to taste the sweets of home,

Then thou wouldst thrust me from my country, then

These ties of kindred were by thee ignored;

And now again when thou behold'st this State

And all its kindly people welcome me,

Thou seek'st to part us, wrapping in soft words

Hard thoughts. And yet what pleasure canst thou find

In forcing friendship on unwilling foes?

Suppose a man refused to grant some boon

When you importuned him, and afterwards

When you had got your heart's desire, consented,

Granting a grace from which all grace had fled,

Would not such favor seem an empty boon?

Yet such the boon thou profferest now to me,

Fair in appearance, but when tested false.

Yea, I will proved thee false, that these may hear;

Thou art come to take me, not to take me home,

But plant me on thy borders, that thy State

May so escape annoyance from this land.

_That_ thou shalt never gain, but _this_ instead--

My ghost to haunt thy country without end;

And for my sons, this heritage--no more--

Just room to die in. Have not I more skill

Than thou to draw the horoscope of Thebes?

Are not my teachers surer guides than thine--

Great Phoebus and the sire of Phoebus, Zeus?

Thou art a messenger suborned, thy tongue

Is sharper than a sword's edge, yet thy speech

Will bring thee more defeats than victories.

Howbeit, I know I waste my words--begone,

And leave me here; whate'er may be my lot,

He lives not ill who lives withal content.

CREON

Which loses in this parley, I o'erthrown

By thee, or thou who overthrow'st thyself?

OEDIPUS

I shall be well contented if thy suit

Fails with these strangers, as it has with me.

CREON

Unhappy man, will years ne'er make thee wise?

Must thou live on to cast a slur on age?

OEDIPUS

Thou hast a glib tongue, but no honest man,

Methinks, can argue well on any side.

CREON

'Tis one thing to speak much, another well.

OEDIPUS

Thy words, forsooth, are few and all well aimed!

CREON

Not for a man indeed with wits like thine.

OEDIPUS

Depart! I bid thee in these burghers' name,

And prowl no longer round me to blockade

My destined harbor.

CREON

I protest to these,

Not thee, and for thine answer to thy kin,

If e'er I take thee--

OEDIPUS

Who against their will

Could take me?

CREON

Though untaken thou shalt smart.

OEDIPUS

What power hast thou to execute this threat?

CREON

One of thy daughters is already seized,

The other I will carry off anon.

OEDIPUS

Woe, woe!

CREON

This is but prelude to thy woes.

OEDIPUS

Hast thou my child?

CREON

And soon shall have the other.

OEDIPUS

Ho, friends! ye will not surely play me false?

Chase this ungodly villain from your land.

CHORUS

Hence, stranger, hence avaunt! Thou doest wrong

In this, and wrong in all that thou hast done.

CREON (to his guards)

'Tis time by force to carry off the girl,

If she refuse of her free will to go.

ANTIGONE

Ah, woe is me! where shall I fly, where find

Succor from gods or men?

CHORUS

What would'st thou, stranger?

CREON

I meddle not with him, but her who is mine.

OEDIPUS

O princes of the land!

CHORUS

Sir, thou dost wrong.

CREON

Nay, right.

CHORUS

How right?

CREON

I take but what is mine.

OEDIPUS

Help, Athens!

CHORUS

What means this, sirrah? quick unhand her, or

We'll fight it out.

CREON

Back!

CHORUS

Not till thou forbear.

CREON

'Tis war with Thebes if I am touched or harmed.

OEDIPUS

Did I not warn thee?

CHORUS

Quick, unhand the maid!

CREON

Command your minions; I am not your slave.

CHORUS

Desist, I bid thee.

CREON (to the guard)

And O bid thee march!

CHORUS

To the rescue, one and all!

Rally, neighbors to my call!

See, the foe is at the gate!

Rally to defend the State.

ANTIGONE

Ah, woe is me, they drag me hence, O friends.

OEDIPUS

Where art thou, daughter?

ANTIGONE

Haled along by force.

OEDIPUS

Thy hands, my child!

ANTIGONE

They will not let me, father.

CREON

Away with her!

OEDIPUS

Ah, woe is me, ah woe!

CREON

So those two crutches shall no longer serve thee

For further roaming. Since it pleaseth thee

To triumph o'er thy country and thy friends

Who mandate, though a prince, I here discharge,

Enjoy thy triumph; soon or late thou'lt find

Thou art an enemy to thyself, both now

And in time past, when in despite of friends

Thou gav'st the rein to passion, still thy bane.

CHORUS

Hold there, sir stranger!

CREON

Hands off, have a care.

CHORUS

Restore the maidens, else thou goest not.

CREON

Then Thebes will take a dearer surety soon;

I will lay hands on more than these two maids.

CHORUS

What canst thou further?

CREON

Carry off this man.

CHORUS

Brave words!

CREON

And deeds forthwith shall make them good.

CHORUS

Unless perchance our sovereign intervene.

OEDIPUS

O shameless voice! Would'st lay an hand on me?

CREON

Silence, I bid thee!

OEDIPUS

Goddesses, allow

Thy suppliant to utter yet one curse!

Wretch, now my eyes are gone thou hast torn away

The helpless maiden who was eyes to me;

For these to thee and all thy cursed race

May the great Sun, whose eye is everywhere,

Grant length of days and old age like to mine.

CREON

Listen, O men of Athens, mark ye this?

OEDIPUS

They mark us both and understand that I

Wronged by the deeds defend myself with words.

CREON

Nothing shall curb my will; though I be old

And single-handed, I will have this man.

OEDIPUS

O woe is me!

CHORUS

Thou art a bold man, stranger, if thou think'st

To execute thy purpose.

CREON

So I do.

CHORUS

Then shall I deem this State no more a State.

CREON

With a just quarrel weakness conquers might.

OEDIPUS

Ye hear his words?

CHORUS

Aye words, but not yet deeds,

Zeus knoweth!

CREON

Zeus may haply know, not thou.

CHORUS

Insolence!

CREON

Insolence that thou must bear.

CHORUS

Haste ye princes, sound the alarm!

Men of Athens, arm ye, arm!

Quickly to the rescue come

Ere the robbers get them home.

[Enter THESEUS]

THESEUS

Why this outcry? What is forward? wherefore was I called away

From the altar of Poseidon, lord of your Colonus? Say!

On what errand have I hurried hither without stop or stay.

OEDIPUS

Dear friend--those accents tell me who thou art--

Yon man but now hath done me a foul wrong.

THESEUS

What is this wrong and who hath wrought it? Speak.

OEDIPUS

Creon who stands before thee. He it is

Hath robbed me of my all, my daughters twain.

THESEUS

What means this?

OEDIPUS

Thou hast heard my tale of wrongs.

THESEUS

Ho! hasten to the altars, one of you.

Command my liegemen leave the sacrifice

And hurry, foot and horse, with rein unchecked,

To where the paths that packmen use diverge,

Lest the two maidens slip away, and I

Become a mockery to this my guest,

As one despoiled by force. Quick, as I bid.

As for this stranger, had I let my rage,

Justly provoked, have play, he had not 'scaped

Scathless and uncorrected at my hands.

But now the laws to which himself appealed,

These and none others shall adjudicate.

Thou shalt not quit this land, till thou hast fetched

The maidens and produced them in my sight.

Thou hast offended both against myself

And thine own race and country. Having come

Unto a State that champions right and asks

For every action warranty of law,

Thou hast set aside the custom of the land,

And like some freebooter art carrying off

What plunder pleases thee, as if forsooth

Thou thoughtest this a city without men,

Or manned by slaves, and me a thing of naught.

Yet not from Thebes this villainy was learnt;

Thebes is not wont to breed unrighteous sons,

Nor would she praise thee, if she learnt that thou

Wert robbing me--aye and the gods to boot,

Haling by force their suppliants, poor maids.

Were I on Theban soil, to prosecute

The justest claim imaginable, I

Would never wrest by violence my own

Without sanction of your State or King;

I should behave as fits an outlander

Living amongst a foreign folk, but thou

Shamest a city that deserves it not,

Even thine own, and plentitude of years

Have made of thee an old man and a fool.

Therefore again I charge thee as before,

See that the maidens are restored at once,

Unless thou would'st continue here by force

And not by choice a sojourner; so much

I tell thee home and what I say, I mean.

CHORUS

Thy case is perilous; though by birth and race

Thou should'st be just, thou plainly doest wrong.

CREON

Not deeming this city void of men

Or counsel, son of Aegeus, as thou say'st

I did what I have done; rather I thought

Your people were not like to set such store

by kin of mine and keep them 'gainst my will.

Nor would they harbor, so I stood assured,

A godless parricide, a reprobate

Convicted of incestuous marriage ties.

For on her native hill of Ares here

(I knew your far-famed Areopagus)

Sits Justice, and permits not vagrant folk

To stay within your borders. In that faith

I hunted down my quarry; and e'en then

i had refrained but for the curses dire

Wherewith he banned my kinsfolk and myself:

Such wrong, methought, had warrant for my act.

Anger has no old age but only death;

The dead alone can feel no touch of spite.

So thou must work thy will; my cause is just

But weak without allies; yet will I try,

Old as I am, to answer deeds with deeds.

OEDIPUS

O shameless railer, think'st thou this abuse

Defames my grey hairs rather than thine own?

Murder and incest, deeds of horror, all

Thou blurtest forth against me, all I have borne,

No willing sinner; so it pleased the gods

Wrath haply with my sinful race of old,

Since thou could'st find no sin in me myself

For which in retribution I was doomed

To trespass thus against myself and mine.

Answer me now, if by some oracle

My sire was destined to a bloody end

By a son's hand, can this reflect on me,

Me then unborn, begotten by no sire,

Conceived in no mother's womb? And if

When born to misery, as born I was,

I met my sire, not knowing whom I met

or what I did, and slew him, how canst thou

With justice blame the all-unconscious hand?

And for my mother, wretch, art not ashamed,

Seeing she was thy sister, to extort

From me the story of her marriage, such

A marriage as I straightway will proclaim.

For I will speak; thy lewd and impious speech

Has broken all the bonds of reticence.

She was, ah woe is me! she was my mother;

I knew it not, nor she; and she my mother

Bare children to the son whom she had borne,

A birth of shame. But this at least I know

Wittingly thou aspersest her and me;

But I unwitting wed, unwilling speak.

Nay neither in this marriage or this deed

Which thou art ever casting in my teeth--

A murdered sire--shall I be held to blame.

Come, answer me one question, if thou canst:

If one should presently attempt thy life,

Would'st thou, O man of justice, first inquire

If the assassin was perchance thy sire,

Or turn upon him? As thou lov'st thy life,

On thy aggressor thou would'st turn, no stay

Debating, if the law would bear thee out.

Such was my case, and such the pass whereto

The gods reduced me; and methinks my sire,

Could he come back to life, would not dissent.

Yet thou, for just thou art not, but a man

Who sticks at nothing, if it serve his plea,

Reproachest me with this before these men.

It serves thy turn to laud great Theseus' name,

And Athens as a wisely governed State;

Yet in thy flatteries one thing is to seek:

If any land knows how to pay the gods

Their proper rites, 'tis Athens most of all.

This is the land whence thou wast fain to steal

Their aged suppliant and hast carried off

My daughters. Therefore to yon goddesses,

I turn, adjure them and invoke their aid

To champion my cause, that thou mayest learn

What is the breed of men who guard this State.

CHORUS

An honest man, my liege, one sore bestead

By fortune, and so worthy our support.

THESEUS

Enough of words; the captors speed amain,

While we the victims stand debating here.

CREON

What would'st thou? What can I, a feeble man?

THESEUS

Show us the trail, and I'll attend thee too,

That, if thou hast the maidens hereabouts,

Thou mayest thyself discover them to me;

But if thy guards outstrip us with their spoil,

We may draw rein; for others speed, from whom

They will not 'scape to thank the gods at home.

Lead on, I say, the captor's caught, and fate

Hath ta'en the fowler in the toils he spread;

So soon are lost gains gotten by deceit.

And look not for allies; I know indeed

Such height of insolence was never reached

Without abettors or accomplices;

Thou hast some backer in thy bold essay,

But I will search this matter home and see

One man doth not prevail against the State.

Dost take my drift, or seem these words as vain

As seemed our warnings when the plot was hatched?

CREON

Nothing thou sayest can I here dispute,

But once at home I too shall act my part.

THESEUS

Threaten us and--begone! Thou, Oedipus,

Stay here assured that nothing save my death

Will stay my purpose to restore the maids.

OEDIPUS

Heaven bless thee, Theseus, for thy nobleness

And all thy loving care in my behalf.

[Exeunt THESEUS and CREON]

CHORUS

(Str. 1)

O when the flying foe,

Turning at last to bay,

Soon will give blow for blow,

Might I behold the fray;

Hear the loud battle roar

Swell, on the Pythian shore,

Or by the torch-lit bay,

Where the dread Queen and Maid

Cherish the mystic rites,

Rites they to none betray,

Ere on his lips is laid

Secrecy's golden key

By their own acolytes,

Priestly Eumolpidae.

There I might chance behold

Theseus our captain bold

Meet with the robber band,

Ere they have fled the land,

Rescue by might and main

Maidens, the captives twain.

(Ant. 1)

Haply on swiftest steed,

Or in the flying car,

Now they approach the glen,

West of white Oea's scaur.

They will be vanquished:

Dread are our warriors, dread

Theseus our chieftain's men.

Flashes each bridle bright,

Charges each gallant knight,

All that our Queen adore,

Pallas their patron, or

Him whose wide floods enring

Earth, the great Ocean-king

Whom Rhea bore.

(Str. 2)

Fight they or now prepare

To fight? a vision rare

Tells me that soon again

I shall behold the twain

Maidens so ill bestead,

By their kin buffeted.

Today, today Zeus worketh some great thing

This day shall victory bring.

O for the wings, the wings of a dove,

To be borne with the speed of the gale,

Up and still upwards to sail

And gaze on the fray from the clouds above.

(Ant. 2)

All-seeing Zeus, O lord of heaven,

To our guardian host be given

Might triumphant to surprise

Flying foes and win their prize.

Hear us, Zeus, and hear us, child

Of Zeus, Athene undefiled,

Hear, Apollo, hunter, hear,

Huntress, sister of Apollo,

Who the dappled swift-foot deer

O'er the wooded glade dost follow;

Help with your two-fold power

Athens in danger's hour!

O wayfarer, thou wilt not have to tax

The friends who watch for thee with false presage,

For lo, an escort with the maids draws near.

[Enter ANTIGONE and ISMENE with THESEUS]

OEDIPUS

Where, where? what sayest thou?

ANTIGONE

O father, father,

Would that some god might grant thee eyes to see

This best of men who brings us back again.

OEDIPUS

My child! and are ye back indeed!

ANTIGONE

Yes, saved

By Theseus and his gallant followers.

OEDIPUS

Come to your father's arms, O let me feel

A child's embrace I never hoped for more.

ANTIGONE

Thou askest what is doubly sweet to give.

OEDIPUS

Where are ye then?

ANTIGONE

We come together both.

OEDIPUS

My precious nurslings!

ANTIGONE

Fathers aye were fond.

OEDIPUS

Props of my age!

ANTIGONE

So sorrow sorrow props.

OEDIPUS

I have my darlings, and if death should come,

Death were not wholly bitter with you near.

Cling to me, press me close on either side,

There rest ye from your dreary wayfaring.

Now tell me of your ventures, but in brief;

Brief speech suffices for young maids like you.

ANTIGONE

Here is our savior; thou should'st hear the tale

From his own lips; so shall my part be brief.

OEDIPUS

I pray thee do not wonder if the sight

Of children, given o'er for lost, has made

My converse somewhat long and tedious.

Full well I know the joy I have of them

Is due to thee, to thee and no man else;

Thou wast their sole deliverer, none else.

The gods deal with thee after my desire,

With thee and with this land! for fear of heaven

I found above all peoples most with you,

And righteousness and lips that cannot lie.

I speak in gratitude of what I know,

For all I have I owe to thee alone.

Give me thy hand, O Prince, that I may touch it,

And if thou wilt permit me, kiss thy cheek.

What say I? Can I wish that thou should'st touch

One fallen like me to utter wretchedness,

Corrupt and tainted with a thousand ills?

Oh no, I would not let thee if thou would'st.

They only who have known calamity

Can share it. Let me greet thee where thou art,

And still befriend me as thou hast till now.

THESEUS

I marvel not if thou hast dallied long

In converse with thy children and preferred

Their speech to mine; I feel no jealousy,

I would be famous more by deeds than words.

Of this, old friend, thou hast had proof; my oath

I have fulfilled and brought thee back the maids

Alive and nothing harmed for all those threats.

And how the fight was won, 'twere waste of words

To boast--thy daughters here will tell thee all.

But of a matter that has lately chanced

On my way hitherward, I fain would have

Thy counsel--slight 'twould seem, yet worthy thought.

A wise man heeds all matters great or small.

OEDIPUS

What is it, son of Aegeus? Let me hear.

Of what thou askest I myself know naught.

THESEUS

'Tis said a man, no countryman of thine,

But of thy kin, hath taken sanctuary

Beside the altar of Poseidon, where

I was at sacrifice when called away.

OEDIPUS

What is his country? what the suitor's prayer?

THESEUS

I know but one thing; he implores, I am told,

A word with thee--he will not trouble thee.

OEDIPUS

What seeks he? If a suppliant, something grave.

THESEUS

He only waits, they say, to speak with thee,

And then unharmed to go upon his way.

OEDIPUS

I marvel who is this petitioner.

THESEUS

Think if there be not any of thy kin

At Argos who might claim this boon of thee.

OEDIPUS

Dear friend, forbear, I pray.

THESEUS

What ails thee now?

OEDIPUS

Ask it not of me.

THESEUS

Ask not what? explain.

OEDIPUS

Thy words have told me who the suppliant is.

THESEUS

Who can he be that I should frown on him?

OEDIPUS

My son, O king, my hateful son, whose words

Of all men's most would jar upon my ears.

THESEUS

Thou sure mightest listen. If his suit offend,

No need to grant it. Why so loth to hear him?

OEDIPUS

That voice, O king, grates on a father's ears;

I have come to loathe it. Force me not to yield.

THESEUS

But he hath found asylum. O beware,

And fail not in due reverence to the god.

ANTIGONE

O heed me, father, though I am young in years.

Let the prince have his will and pay withal

What in his eyes is service to the god;

For our sake also let our brother come.

If what he urges tend not to thy good

He cannot surely wrest perforce thy will.

To hear him then, what harm? By open words

A scheme of villainy is soon bewrayed.

Thou art his father, therefore canst not pay

In kind a son's most impious outrages.

O listen to him; other men like thee

Have thankless children and are choleric,

But yielding to persuasion's gentle spell

They let their savage mood be exorcised.

Look thou to the past, forget the present, think

On all the woe thy sire and mother brought thee;

Thence wilt thou draw this lesson without fail,

Of evil passion evil is the end.

Thou hast, alas, to prick thy memory,

Stern monitors, these ever-sightless orbs.

O yield to us; just suitors should not need

To be importunate, nor he that takes

A favor lack the grace to make return.

OEDIPUS

Grievous to me, my child, the boon ye win

By pleading. Let it be then; have your way

Only if come he must, I beg thee, friend,

Let none have power to dispose of me.

THESEUS

No need, Sir, to appeal a second time.

It likes me not to boast, but be assured

Thy life is safe while any god saves mine.

[Exit THESEUS]

CHORUS

(Str.)

Who craves excess of days,

Scorning the common span

Of life, I judge that man

A giddy wight who walks in folly's ways.

For the long years heap up a grievous load,

Scant pleasures, heavier pains,

Till not one joy remains

For him who lingers on life's weary road

And come it slow or fast,

One doom of fate

Doth all await,

For dance and marriage bell,

The dirge and funeral knell.

Death the deliverer freeth all at last.

(Ant.)

Not to be born at all

Is best, far best that can befall,

Next best, when born, with least delay

To trace the backward way.

For when youth passes with its giddy train,

Troubles on troubles follow, toils on toils,

Pain, pain for ever pain;

And none escapes life's coils.

Envy, sedition, strife,

Carnage and war, make up the tale of life.

Last comes the worst and most abhorred stage

Of unregarded age,

Joyless, companionless and slow,

Of woes the crowning woe.

(Epode)

Such ills not I alone,

He too our guest hath known,

E'en as some headland on an iron-bound shore,

Lashed by the wintry blasts and surge's roar,

So is he buffeted on every side

By drear misfortune's whelming tide,

By every wind of heaven o'erborne

Some from the sunset, some from orient morn,

Some from the noonday glow.

Some from Rhipean gloom of everlasting snow.

ANTIGONE

Father, methinks I see the stranger coming,

Alone he comes and weeping plenteous tears.

OEDIPUS

Who may he be?

ANTIGONE

The same that we surmised.

From the outset--Polyneices. He is here.

[Enter POLYNEICES]

POLYNEICES

Ah me, my sisters, shall I first lament

My own afflictions, or my aged sire's,

Whom here I find a castaway, with you,

In a strange land, an ancient beggar clad

In antic tatters, marring all his frame,

While o'er the sightless orbs his unkept locks

Float in the breeze; and, as it were to match,

He bears a wallet against hunger's pinch.

All this too late I learn, wretch that I am,

Alas! I own it, and am proved most vile

In my neglect of thee: I scorn myself.

But as almighty Zeus in all he doth

Hath Mercy for co-partner of this throne,

Let Mercy, father, also sit enthroned

In thy heart likewise. For transgressions past

May be amended, cannot be made worse.

Why silent? Father, speak, nor turn away,

Hast thou no word, wilt thou dismiss me then

In mute disdain, nor tell me why thou art wrath?

O ye his daughters, sisters mine, do ye

This sullen, obstinate silence try to move.

Let him not spurn, without a single word

Of answer, me the suppliant of the god.

ANTIGONE

Tell him thyself, unhappy one, thine errand;

For large discourse may send a thrill of joy,

Or stir a chord of wrath or tenderness,

And to the tongue-tied somehow give a tongue.

POLYNEICES

Well dost thou counsel, and I will speak out.

First will I call in aid the god himself,

Poseidon, from whose altar I was raised,

With warrant from the monarch of this land,

To parley with you, and depart unscathed.

These pledges, strangers, I would see observed

By you and by my sisters and my sire.

Now, father, let me tell thee why I came.

I have been banished from my native land

Because by right of primogeniture

I claimed possession of thy sovereign throne

Wherefrom Etocles, my younger brother,

Ousted me, not by weight of precedent,

Nor by the last arbitrament of war,

But by his popular acts; and the prime cause

Of this I deem the curse that rests on thee.

So likewise hold the soothsayers, for when

I came to Argos in the Dorian land

And took the king Adrastus' child to wife,

Under my standard I enlisted all

The foremost captains of the Apian isle,

To levy with their aid that sevenfold host

Of spearmen against Thebes, determining

To oust my foes or die in a just cause.

Why then, thou askest, am I here today?

Father, I come a suppliant to thee

Both for myself and my allies who now

With squadrons seven beneath their seven spears

Beleaguer all the plain that circles Thebes.

Foremost the peerless warrior, peerless seer,

Amphiaraiis with his lightning lance;

Next an Aetolian, Tydeus, Oeneus' son;

Eteoclus of Argive birth the third;

The fourth Hippomedon, sent to the war

By his sire Talaos; Capaneus, the fifth,

Vaunts he will fire and raze the town; the sixth

Parthenopaeus, an Arcadian born

Named of that maid, longtime a maid and late

Espoused, Atalanta's true-born child;

Last I thy son, or thine at least in name,

If but the bastard of an evil fate,

Lead against Thebes the fearless Argive host.

Thus by thy children and thy life, my sire,

We all adjure thee to remit thy wrath

And favor one who seeks a just revenge

Against a brother who has banned and robbed him.

For victory, if oracles speak true,

Will fall to those who have thee for ally.

So, by our fountains and familiar gods

I pray thee, yield and hear; a beggar I

And exile, thou an exile likewise; both

Involved in one misfortune find a home

As pensioners, while he, the lord of Thebes,

O agony! makes a mock of thee and me.

I'll scatter with a breath the upstart's might,

And bring thee home again and stablish thee,

And stablish, having cast him out, myself.

This will thy goodwill I will undertake,

Without it I can scare return alive.

CHORUS

For the king's sake who sent him, Oedipus,

Dismiss him not without a meet reply.

OEDIPUS

Nay, worthy seniors, but for Theseus' sake

Who sent him hither to have word of me.

Never again would he have heard my voice;

But now he shall obtain this parting grace,

An answer that will bring him little joy.

O villain, when thou hadst the sovereignty

That now thy brother holdeth in thy stead,

Didst thou not drive me, thine own father, out,

An exile, cityless, and make we wear

This beggar's garb thou weepest to behold,

Now thou art come thyself to my sad plight?

Nothing is here for tears; it must be borne

By _me_ till death, and I shall think of thee

As of my murderer; thou didst thrust me out;

'Tis thou hast made me conversant with woe,

Through thee I beg my bread in a strange land;

And had not these my daughters tended me

I had been dead for aught of aid from thee.

They tend me, they preserve me, they are men

Not women in true service to their sire;

But ye are bastards, and no sons of mine.

Therefore just Heaven hath an eye on thee;

Howbeit not yet with aspect so austere

As thou shalt soon experience, if indeed

These banded hosts are moving against Thebes.

That city thou canst never storm, but first

Shall fall, thou and thy brother, blood-imbrued.

Such curse I lately launched against you twain,

Such curse I now invoke to fight for me,

That ye may learn to honor those who bear thee

Nor flout a sightless father who begat

Degenerate sons--these maidens did not so.

Therefore my curse is stronger than thy "throne,"

Thy "suppliance," if by right of laws eterne

Primeval Justice sits enthroned with Zeus.

Begone, abhorred, disowned, no son of mine,

Thou vilest of the vile! and take with thee

This curse I leave thee as my last bequest:--

Never to win by arms thy native land,

No, nor return to Argos in the Vale,

But by a kinsman's hand to die and slay

Him who expelled thee. So I pray and call

On the ancestral gloom of Tartarus

To snatch thee hence, on these dread goddesses

I call, and Ares who incensed you both

To mortal enmity. Go now proclaim

What thou hast heard to the Cadmeians all,

Thy staunch confederates--this the heritage

that Oedipus divideth to his sons.

CHORUS

Thy errand, Polyneices, liked me not

From the beginning; now go back with speed.

POLYNEICES

Woe worth my journey and my baffled hopes!

Woe worth my comrades! What a desperate end

To that glad march from Argos! Woe is me!

I dare not whisper it to my allies

Or turn them back, but mute must meet my doom.

My sisters, ye his daughters, ye have heard

The prayers of our stern father, if his curse

Should come to pass and ye some day return

To Thebes, O then disown me not, I pray,

But grant me burial and due funeral rites.

So shall the praise your filial care now wins

Be doubled for the service wrought for me.

ANTIGONE

One boon, O Polyneices, let me crave.

POLYNEICES

What would'st thou, sweet Antigone? Say on.

ANTIGONE

Turn back thy host to Argos with all speed,

And ruin not thyself and Thebes as well.

POLYNEICES

That cannot be. How could I lead again

An army that had seen their leader quail?

ANTIGONE

But, brother, why shouldst thou be wroth again?

What profit from thy country's ruin comes?

POLYNEICES

'Tis shame to live in exile, and shall I

The elder bear a younger brother's flouts?

ANTIGONE

Wilt thou then bring to pass his prophecies

Who threatens mutual slaughter to you both?

POLYNEICES

Aye, so he wishes:--but I must not yield.

ANTIGONE

O woe is me! but say, will any dare,

Hearing his prophecy, to follow thee?

POLYNEICES

I shall not tell it; a good general

Reports successes and conceals mishaps.

ANTIGONE

Misguided youth, thy purpose then stands fast!

POLYNEICES

'Tis so, and stay me not. The road I choose,

Dogged by my sire and his avenging spirit,

Leads me to ruin; but for you may Zeus

Make your path bright if ye fulfill my hest

When dead; in life ye cannot serve me more.

Now let me go, farewell, a long farewell!

Ye ne'er shall see my living face again.

ANTIGONE

Ah me!

POLYNEICES

Bewail me not.

ANTIGONE

Who would not mourn

Thee, brother, hurrying to an open pit!

POLYNEICES

If I must die, I must.

ANTIGONE

Nay, hear me plead.

POLYNEICES

It may not be; forbear.

ANTIGONE

Then woe is me,

If I must lose thee.

POLYNEICES

Nay, that rests with fate,

Whether I live or die; but for you both

I pray to heaven ye may escape all ill;

For ye are blameless in the eyes of all.

[Exit POLYNEICES]

CHORUS

(Str. 1)

Ills on ills! no pause or rest!

Come they from our sightless guest?

Or haply now we see fulfilled

What fate long time hath willed?

For ne'er have I proved vain

Aught that the heavenly powers ordain.

Time with never sleeping eye

Watches what is writ on high,

Overthrowing now the great,

Raising now from low estate.

Hark! How the thunder rumbles! Zeus defend us!

OEDIPUS

Children, my children! will no messenger

Go summon hither Theseus my best friend?

ANTIGONE

And wherefore, father, dost thou summon him?

OEDIPUS

This winged thunder of the god must bear me

Anon to Hades. Send and tarry not.

CHORUS

(Ant. 1)

Hark! with louder, nearer roar

The bolt of Zeus descends once more.

My spirit quails and cowers: my hair

Bristles for fear. Again that flare!

What doth the lightning-flash portend?

Ever it points to issues grave.

Dread powers of air! Save, Zeus, O save!

OEDIPUS

Daughters, upon me the predestined end

Has come; no turning from it any more.

ANTIGONE

How knowest thou? What sign convinces thee?

OEDIPUS

I know full well. Let some one with all speed

Go summon hither the Athenian prince.

CHORUS

(Str. 2)

Ha! once more the deafening sound

Peals yet louder all around

If thou darkenest our land,

Lightly, lightly lay thy hand;

Grace, not anger, let me win,

If upon a man of sin

I have looked with pitying eye,

Zeus, our king, to thee I cry!

OEDIPUS

Is the prince coming? Will he when he comes

Find me yet living and my senses clear!

ANTIGONE

What solemn charge would'st thou impress on him?

OEDIPUS

For all his benefits I would perform

The promise made when I received them first.

CHORUS

(Ant. 2)

Hither haste, my son, arise,

Altar leave and sacrifice,

If haply to Poseidon now

In the far glade thou pay'st thy vow.

For our guest to thee would bring

And thy folk and offering,

Thy due guerdon. Haste, O King!

[Enter THESEUS]

THESEUS

Wherefore again this general din? at once

My people call me and the stranger calls.

Is it a thunderbolt of Zeus or sleet

Of arrowy hail? a storm so fierce as this

Would warrant all surmises of mischance.

OEDIPUS

Thou com'st much wished for, Prince, and sure some god

Hath bid good luck attend thee on thy way.

THESEUS

What, son of Laius, hath chanced of new?

OEDIPUS

My life hath turned the scale. I would do all

I promised thee and thine before I die.

THESEUS

What sign assures thee that thine end is near?

OEDIPUS

The gods themselves are heralds of my fate;

Of their appointed warnings nothing fails.

THESEUS

How sayest thou they signify their will?

OEDIPUS

This thunder, peal on peal, this lightning hurled

Flash upon flash, from the unconquered hand.

THESEUS

I must believe thee, having found thee oft

A prophet true; then speak what must be done.

OEDIPUS

O son of Aegeus, for this state will I

Unfold a treasure age cannot corrupt.

Myself anon without a guiding hand

Will take thee to the spot where I must end.

This secret ne'er reveal to mortal man,

Neither the spot nor whereabouts it lies,

So shall it ever serve thee for defense

Better than native shields and near allies.

But those dread mysteries speech may not profane

Thyself shalt gather coming there alone;

Since not to any of thy subjects, nor

To my own children, though I love them dearly,

Can I reveal what thou must guard alone,

And whisper to thy chosen heir alone,

So to be handed down from heir to heir.

Thus shalt thou hold this land inviolate

From the dread Dragon's brood. [4] The justest State

By countless wanton neighbors may be wronged,

For the gods, though they tarry, mark for doom

The godless sinner in his mad career.

Far from thee, son of Aegeus, be such fate!

But to the spot--the god within me goads--

Let us set forth no longer hesitate.

Follow me, daughters, this way. Strange that I

Whom you have led so long should lead you now.

Oh, touch me not, but let me all alone

Find out the sepulcher that destiny

Appoints me in this land. Hither, this way,

For this way Hermes leads, the spirit guide,

And Persephassa, empress of the dead.

O light, no light to me, but mine erewhile,

Now the last time I feel thee palpable,

For I am drawing near the final gloom

Of Hades. Blessing on thee, dearest friend,

On thee and on thy land and followers!

Live prosperous and in your happy state

Still for your welfare think on me, the dead.

[Exit THESEUS followed by ANTIGONE and ISMENE]

CHORUS

(Str.)

If mortal prayers are heard in hell,

Hear, Goddess dread, invisible!

Monarch of the regions drear,

Aidoneus, hear, O hear!

By a gentle, tearless doom

Speed this stranger to the gloom,

Let him enter without pain

The all-shrouding Stygian plain.

Wrongfully in life oppressed,

Be he now by Justice blessed.

(Ant.)

Queen infernal, and thou fell

Watch-dog of the gates of hell,

Who, as legends tell, dost glare,

Gnarling in thy cavernous lair

At all comers, let him go

Scathless to the fields below.

For thy master orders thus,

The son of earth and Tartarus;

In his den the monster keep,

Giver of eternal sleep.

[Enter MESSENGER]

MESSENGER

Friends, countrymen, my tidings are in sum

That Oedipus is gone, but the event

Was not so brief, nor can the tale be brief.

CHORUS

What, has he gone, the unhappy man?

MESSENGER

Know well

That he has passed away from life to death.

CHORUS

How? By a god-sent, painless doom, poor soul?

MESSENGER

Thy question hits the marvel of the tale.

How he moved hence, you saw him and must know;

Without a friend to lead the way, himself

Guiding us all. So having reached the abrupt

Earth-rooted Threshold with its brazen stairs,

He paused at one of the converging paths,

Hard by the rocky basin which records

The pact of Theseus and Peirithous.

Betwixt that rift and the Thorician rock,

The hollow pear-tree and the marble tomb,

Midway he sat and loosed his beggar's weeds;

Then calling to his daughters bade them fetch

Of running water, both to wash withal

And make libation; so they clomb the steep;

And in brief space brought what their father bade,

Then laved and dressed him with observance due.

But when he had his will in everything,

And no desire was left unsatisfied,

It thundered from the netherworld; the maids

Shivered, and crouching at their father's knees

Wept, beat their breast and uttered a long wail.

He, as he heard their sudden bitter cry,

Folded his arms about them both and said,

"My children, ye will lose your sire today,

For all of me has perished, and no more

Have ye to bear your long, long ministry;

A heavy load, I know, and yet one word

Wipes out all score of tribulations--_love_.

And love from me ye had--from no man more;

But now must live without me all your days."

So clinging to each other sobbed and wept

Father and daughters both, but when at last

Their mourning had an end and no wail rose,

A moment there was silence; suddenly

A voice that summoned him; with sudden dread

The hair of all stood up and all were 'mazed;

For the call came, now loud, now low, and oft.

"Oedipus, Oedipus, why tarry we?

Too long, too long thy passing is delayed."

But when he heard the summons of the god,

He prayed that Theseus might be brought, and when

The Prince came nearer: "O my friend," he cried,

"Pledge ye my daughters, giving thy right hand--

And, daughters, give him yours--and promise me

Thou never wilt forsake them, but do all

That time and friendship prompt in their behoof."

And he of his nobility repressed

His tears and swore to be their constant friend.

This promise given, Oedipus put forth

Blind hands and laid them on his children, saying,

"O children, prove your true nobility

And hence depart nor seek to witness sights

Unlawful or to hear unlawful words.

Nay, go with speed; let none but Theseus stay,

Our ruler, to behold what next shall hap."

So we all heard him speak, and weeping sore

We companied the maidens on their way.

After brief space we looked again, and lo

The man was gone, evanished from our eyes;

Only the king we saw with upraised hand

Shading his eyes as from some awful sight,

That no man might endure to look upon.

A moment later, and we saw him bend

In prayer to Earth and prayer to Heaven at once.

But by what doom the stranger met his end

No man save Theseus knoweth. For there fell

No fiery bold that reft him in that hour,

Nor whirlwind from the sea, but he was taken.

It was a messenger from heaven, or else

Some gentle, painless cleaving of earth's base;

For without wailing or disease or pain

He passed away--and end most marvelous.

And if to some my tale seems foolishness

I am content that such could count me fool.

CHORUS

Where are the maids and their attendant friends?

MESSENGER

They cannot be far off; the approaching sound

Of lamentation tells they come this way.

[Enter ANTIGONE and ISMENE]

ANTIGONE

(Str. 1)

Woe, woe! on this sad day

We sisters of one blasted stock

must bow beneath the shock,

Must weep and weep the curse that lay

On him our sire, for whom

In life, a life-long world of care

'Twas ours to bear,

In death must face the gloom

That wraps his tomb.

What tongue can tell

That sight ineffable?

CHORUS

What mean ye, maidens?

ANTIGONE

All is but surmise.

CHORUS

Is he then gone?

ANTIGONE

Gone as ye most might wish.

Not in battle or sea storm,

But reft from sight,

By hands invisible borne

To viewless fields of night.

Ah me! on us too night has come,

The night of mourning. Wither roam

O'er land or sea in our distress

Eating the bread of bitterness?

ISMENE

I know not. O that Death

Might nip my breath,

And let me share my aged father's fate.

I cannot live a life thus desolate.

CHORUS

Best of daughters, worthy pair,

What heaven brings ye needs must bear,

Fret no more 'gainst Heaven's will;

Fate hath dealt with you not ill.

ANTIGONE

(Ant. 1)

Love can turn past pain to bliss,

What seemed bitter now is sweet.

Ah me! that happy toil is sweet.

The guidance of those dear blind feet.

Dear father, wrapt for aye in nether gloom,

E'en in the tomb

Never shalt thou lack of love repine,

Her love and mine.

CHORUS

His fate--

ANTIGONE

Is even as he planned.

CHORUS

How so?

ANTIGONE

He died, so willed he, in a foreign land.

Lapped in kind earth he sleeps his long last sleep,

And o'er his grave friends weep.

How great our lost these streaming eyes can tell,

This sorrow naught can quell.

Thou hadst thy wish 'mid strangers thus to die,

But I, ah me, not by.

ISMENE

Alas, my sister, what new fate

Befalls us orphans desolate?

CHORUS

His end was blessed; therefore, children, stay

Your sorrow. Man is born to fate a prey.

ANTIGONE

(Str. 2)

Sister, let us back again.

ISMENE

Why return?

ANTIGONE

My soul is fain--

ISMENE

Is fain?

ANTIGONE

To see the earthy bed.

ISMENE

Sayest thou?

ANTIGONE

Where our sire is laid.

ISMENE

Nay, thou can'st not, dost not see--

ANTIGONE

Sister, wherefore wroth with me?

ISMENE

Know'st not--beside--

ANTIGONE

More must I hear?

ISMENE

Tombless he died, none near.

ANTIGONE

Lead me thither; slay me there.

ISMENE

How shall I unhappy fare,

Friendless, helpless, how drag on

A life of misery alone?

CHORUS

(Ant. 2)

Fear not, maids--

ANTIGONE

Ah, whither flee?

CHORUS

Refuge hath been found.

ANTIGONE

For me?

CHORUS

Where thou shalt be safe from harm.

ANTIGONE

I know it.

CHORUS

Why then this alarm?

ANTIGONE

How again to get us home

I know not.

CHORUS

Why then this roam?

ANTIGONE

Troubles whelm us--

CHORUS

As of yore.

ANTIGONE

Worse than what was worse before.

CHORUS

Sure ye are driven on the breakers' surge.

ANTIGONE

Alas! we are.

CHORUS

Alas! 'tis so.

ANTIGONE

Ah whither turn, O Zeus? No ray

Of hope to cheer the way

Whereon the fates our desperate voyage urge.

[Enter THESEUS]

THESEUS

Dry your tears; when grace is shed

On the quick and on the dead

By dark Powers beneficent,

Over-grief they would resent.

ANTIGONE

Aegeus' child, to thee we pray.

THESEUS

What the boon, my children, say.

ANTIGONE

With our own eyes we fain would see

Our father's tomb.

THESEUS

That may not be.

ANTIGONE

What say'st thou, King?

THESEUS

My children, he

Charged me straitly that no moral

Should approach the sacred portal,

Or greet with funeral litanies

The hidden tomb wherein he lies;

Saying, "If thou keep'st my hest

Thou shalt hold thy realm at rest."

The God of Oaths this promise heard,

And to Zeus I pledged my word.

ANTIGONE

Well, if he would have it so,

We must yield. Then let us go

Back to Thebes, if yet we may

Heal this mortal feud and stay

The self-wrought doom

That drives our brothers to their tomb.

THESEUS

Go in peace; nor will I spare

Ought of toil and zealous care,

But on all your needs attend,

Gladdening in his grave my friend.

CHORUS

Wail no more, let sorrow rest,

All is ordered for the best.

FOOTNOTES

1. The Greek text for the passages marked here and later in the text

have been lost.

2. To avoid the blessing, still a secret, he resorts to a

commonplace; literally, "For what generous man is not (in befriending

others) a friend to himself?"

3. Creon desires to bury Oedipus on the confines of Thebes so as to

avoid the pollution and yet offer due rites at his tomb. Ismene tells

him of the latest oracle and interprets to him its purport, that some

day the Theban invaders of Athens will be routed in a battle near the

grave of Oedipus.

4. The Thebans sprung from the Dragon's teeth sown by Cadmus.

SOPHOCLES

ANTIGONE

Translation by F. Storr, BA

Formerly Scholar of Trinity College, Cambridge

From the Loeb Library Edition

Originally published by

Harvard University Press, Cambridge, MA

and

William Heinemann Ltd, London

First published in 1912

ARGUMENT

Antigone, daughter of Oedipus, the late king of Thebes, in defiance of

Creon who rules in his stead, resolves to bury her brother Polyneices,

slain in his attack on Thebes. She is caught in the act by Creon's

watchmen and brought before the king. She justifies her action,

asserting that she was bound to obey the eternal laws of right and

wrong in spite of any human ordinance. Creon, unrelenting, condemns

her to be immured in a rock-hewn chamber. His son Haemon, to whom

Antigone is betrothed, pleads in vain for her life and threatens to die

with her. Warned by the seer Teiresias Creon repents him and hurries

to release Antigone from her rocky prison. But he is too late: he

finds lying side by side Antigone who had hanged herself and Haemon who

also has perished by his own hand. Returning to the palace he sees

within the dead body of his queen who on learning of her son's death

has stabbed herself to the heart.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

ANTIGONE and ISMENE - daughters of Oedipus and sisters of Polyneices

and Eteocles.

CREON, King of Thebes.

HAEMON, Son of Creon, betrothed to Antigone.

EURYDICE, wife of Creon.

TEIRESIAS, the prophet.

CHORUS, of Theban elders.

A WATCHMAN

A MESSENGER

A SECOND MESSENGER

ANTIGONE

ANTIGONE and ISMENE before the Palace gates.

ANTIGONE

Ismene, sister of my blood and heart,

See'st thou how Zeus would in our lives fulfill

The weird of Oedipus, a world of woes!

For what of pain, affliction, outrage, shame,

Is lacking in our fortunes, thine and mine?

And now this proclamation of today

Made by our Captain-General to the State,

What can its purport be? Didst hear and heed,

Or art thou deaf when friends are banned as foes?

ISMENE

To me, Antigone, no word of friends

Has come, or glad or grievous, since we twain

Were reft of our two brethren in one day

By double fratricide; and since i' the night

Our Argive leaguers fled, no later news

Has reached me, to inspirit or deject.

ANTIGONE

I know 'twas so, and therefore summoned thee

Beyond the gates to breathe it in thine ear.

ISMENE

What is it? Some dark secret stirs thy breast.

ANTIGONE

What but the thought of our two brothers dead,

The one by Creon graced with funeral rites,

The other disappointed? Eteocles

He hath consigned to earth (as fame reports)

With obsequies that use and wont ordain,

So gracing him among the dead below.

But Polyneices, a dishonored corse,

(So by report the royal edict runs)

No man may bury him or make lament--

Must leave him tombless and unwept, a feast

For kites to scent afar and swoop upon.

Such is the edict (if report speak true)

Of Creon, our most noble Creon, aimed

At thee and me, aye me too; and anon

He will be here to promulgate, for such

As have not heard, his mandate; 'tis in sooth

No passing humor, for the edict says

Whoe'er transgresses shall be stoned to death.

So stands it with us; now 'tis thine to show

If thou art worthy of thy blood or base.

ISMENE

But how, my rash, fond sister, in such case

Can I do anything to make or mar?

ANTIGONE

Say, wilt thou aid me and abet? Decide.

ISMENE

In what bold venture? What is in thy thought?

ANTIGONE

Lend me a hand to bear the corpse away.

ISMENE

What, bury him despite the interdict?

ANTIGONE

My brother, and, though thou deny him, thine

No man shall say that _I_ betrayed a brother.

ISMENE

Wilt thou persist, though Creon has forbid?

ANTIGONE

What right has he to keep me from my own?

ISMENE

Bethink thee, sister, of our father's fate,

Abhorred, dishonored, self-convinced of sin,

Blinded, himself his executioner.

Think of his mother-wife (ill sorted names)

Done by a noose herself had twined to death

And last, our hapless brethren in one day,

Both in a mutual destiny involved,

Self-slaughtered, both the slayer and the slain.

Bethink thee, sister, we are left alone;

Shall we not perish wretchedest of all,

If in defiance of the law we cross

A monarch's will?--weak women, think of that,

Not framed by nature to contend with men.

Remember this too that the stronger rules;

We must obey his orders, these or worse.

Therefore I plead compulsion and entreat

The dead to pardon. I perforce obey

The powers that be. 'Tis foolishness, I ween,

To overstep in aught the golden mean.

ANTIGONE

I urge no more; nay, wert thou willing still,

I would not welcome such a fellowship.

Go thine own way; myself will bury him.

How sweet to die in such employ, to rest,--

Sister and brother linked in love's embrace--

A sinless sinner, banned awhile on earth,

But by the dead commended; and with them

I shall abide for ever. As for thee,

Scorn, if thou wilt, the eternal laws of Heaven.

ISMENE

I scorn them not, but to defy the State

Or break her ordinance I have no skill.

ANTIGONE

A specious pretext. I will go alone

To lap my dearest brother in the grave.

ISMENE

My poor, fond sister, how I fear for thee!

ANTIGONE

O waste no fears on me; look to thyself.

ISMENE

At least let no man know of thine intent,

But keep it close and secret, as will I.

ANTIGONE

O tell it, sister; I shall hate thee more

If thou proclaim it not to all the town.

ISMENE

Thou hast a fiery soul for numbing work.

ANTIGONE

I pleasure those whom I would liefest please.

ISMENE

If thou succeed; but thou art doomed to fail.

ANTIGONE

When strength shall fail me, yes, but not before.

ISMENE

But, if the venture's hopeless, why essay?

ANTIGONE

Sister, forbear, or I shall hate thee soon,

And the dead man will hate thee too, with cause.

Say I am mad and give my madness rein

To wreck itself; the worst that can befall

Is but to die an honorable death.

ISMENE

Have thine own way then; 'tis a mad endeavor,

Yet to thy lovers thou art dear as ever.

[Exeunt]

CHORUS

(Str. 1)

Sunbeam, of all that ever dawn upon

Our seven-gated Thebes the brightest ray,

O eye of golden day,

How fair thy light o'er Dirce's fountain shone,

Speeding upon their headlong homeward course,

Far quicker than they came, the Argive force;

Putting to flight

The argent shields, the host with scutcheons white.

Against our land the proud invader came

To vindicate fell Polyneices' claim.

Like to an eagle swooping low,

On pinions white as new fall'n snow.

With clanging scream, a horsetail plume his crest,

The aspiring lord of Argos onward pressed.

(Ant. 1)

Hovering around our city walls he waits,

His spearmen raven at our seven gates.

But ere a torch our crown of towers could burn,

Ere they had tasted of our blood, they turn

Forced by the Dragon; in their rear

The din of Ares panic-struck they hear.

For Zeus who hates the braggart's boast

Beheld that gold-bespangled host;

As at the goal the paean they upraise,

He struck them with his forked lightning blaze.

(Str. 2)

To earthy from earth rebounding, down he crashed;

The fire-brand from his impious hand was dashed,

As like a Bacchic reveler on he came,

Outbreathing hate and flame,

And tottered. Elsewhere in the field,

Here, there, great Area like a war-horse wheeled;

Beneath his car down thrust

Our foemen bit the dust.

Seven captains at our seven gates

Thundered; for each a champion waits,

Each left behind his armor bright,

Trophy for Zeus who turns the fight;

Save two alone, that ill-starred pair

One mother to one father bare,

Who lance in rest, one 'gainst the other

Drave, and both perished, brother slain by brother.

(Ant. 2)

Now Victory to Thebes returns again

And smiles upon her chariot-circled plain.

Now let feast and festal should

Memories of war blot out.

Let us to the temples throng,

Dance and sing the live night long.

God of Thebes, lead thou the round.

Bacchus, shaker of the ground!

Let us end our revels here;

Lo! Creon our new lord draws near,

Crowned by this strange chance, our king.

What, I marvel, pondering?

Why this summons? Wherefore call

Us, his elders, one and all,

Bidding us with him debate,

On some grave concern of State?

[Enter CREON]

CREON

Elders, the gods have righted one again

Our storm-tossed ship of state, now safe in port.

But you by special summons I convened

As my most trusted councilors; first, because

I knew you loyal to Laius of old;

Again, when Oedipus restored our State,

Both while he ruled and when his rule was o'er,

Ye still were constant to the royal line.

Now that his two sons perished in one day,

Brother by brother murderously slain,

By right of kinship to the Princes dead,

I claim and hold the throne and sovereignty.

Yet 'tis no easy matter to discern

The temper of a man, his mind and will,

Till he be proved by exercise of power;

And in my case, if one who reigns supreme

Swerve from the highest policy, tongue-tied

By fear of consequence, that man I hold,

And ever held, the basest of the base.

And I contemn the man who sets his friend

Before his country. For myself, I call

To witness Zeus, whose eyes are everywhere,

If I perceive some mischievous design

To sap the State, I will not hold my tongue;

Nor would I reckon as my private friend

A public foe, well knowing that the State

Is the good ship that holds our fortunes all:

Farewell to friendship, if she suffers wreck.

Such is the policy by which I seek

To serve the Commons and conformably

I have proclaimed an edict as concerns

The sons of Oedipus; Eteocles

Who in his country's battle fought and fell,

The foremost champion--duly bury him

With all observances and ceremonies

That are the guerdon of the heroic dead.

But for the miscreant exile who returned

Minded in flames and ashes to blot out

His father's city and his father's gods,

And glut his vengeance with his kinsmen's blood,

Or drag them captive at his chariot wheels--

For Polyneices 'tis ordained that none

Shall give him burial or make mourn for him,

But leave his corpse unburied, to be meat

For dogs and carrion crows, a ghastly sight.

So am I purposed; never by my will

Shall miscreants take precedence of true men,

But all good patriots, alive or dead,

Shall be by me preferred and honored.

CHORUS

Son of Menoeceus, thus thou will'st to deal

With him who loathed and him who loved our State.

Thy word is law; thou canst dispose of us

The living, as thou will'st, as of the dead.

CREON

See then ye execute what I ordain.

CHORUS

On younger shoulders lay this grievous charge.

CREON

Fear not, I've posted guards to watch the corpse.

CHORUS

What further duty would'st thou lay on us?

CREON

Not to connive at disobedience.

CHORUS

No man is mad enough to court his death.

CREON

The penalty _is_ death: yet hope of gain

Hath lured men to their ruin oftentimes.

[Enter GUARD]

GUARD

My lord, I will not make pretense to pant

And puff as some light-footed messenger.

In sooth my soul beneath its pack of thought

Made many a halt and turned and turned again;

For conscience plied her spur and curb by turns.

"Why hurry headlong to thy fate, poor fool?"

She whispered. Then again, "If Creon learn

This from another, thou wilt rue it worse."

Thus leisurely I hastened on my road;

Much thought extends a furlong to a league.

But in the end the forward voice prevailed,

To face thee. I will speak though I say nothing.

For plucking courage from despair methought,

'Let the worst hap, thou canst but meet thy fate.'

CREON

What is thy news? Why this despondency?

GUARD

Let me premise a word about myself?

I neither did the deed nor saw it done,

Nor were it just that I should come to harm.

CREON

Thou art good at parry, and canst fence about

Some matter of grave import, as is plain.

GUARD

The bearer of dread tidings needs must quake.

CREON

Then, sirrah, shoot thy bolt and get thee gone.

GUARD

Well, it must out; the corpse is buried; someone

E'en now besprinkled it with thirsty dust,

Performed the proper ritual--and was gone.

CREON

What say'st thou? Who hath dared to do this thing?

GUARD

I cannot tell, for there was ne'er a trace

Of pick or mattock--hard unbroken ground,

Without a scratch or rut of chariot wheels,

No sign that human hands had been at work.

When the first sentry of the morning watch

Gave the alarm, we all were terror-stricken.

The corpse had vanished, not interred in earth,

But strewn with dust, as if by one who sought

To avert the curse that haunts the unburied dead:

Of hound or ravening jackal, not a sign.

Thereat arose an angry war of words;

Guard railed at guard and blows were like to end it,

For none was there to part us, each in turn

Suspected, but the guilt brought home to none,

From lack of evidence. We challenged each

The ordeal, or to handle red-hot iron,

Or pass through fire, affirming on our oath

Our innocence--we neither did the deed

Ourselves, nor know who did or compassed it.

Our quest was at a standstill, when one spake

And bowed us all to earth like quivering reeds,

For there was no gainsaying him nor way

To escape perdition: _Ye_are_bound_to_tell_

_The_King,_ye_cannot_hide_it_; so he spake.

And he convinced us all; so lots were cast,

And I, unlucky scapegoat, drew the prize.

So here I am unwilling and withal

Unwelcome; no man cares to hear ill news.

CHORUS

I had misgivings from the first, my liege,

Of something more than natural at work.

CREON

O cease, you vex me with your babblement;

I am like to think you dote in your old age.

Is it not arrant folly to pretend

That gods would have a thought for this dead man?

Did they forsooth award him special grace,

And as some benefactor bury him,

Who came to fire their hallowed sanctuaries,

To sack their shrines, to desolate their land,

And scout their ordinances? Or perchance

The gods bestow their favors on the bad.

No! no! I have long noted malcontents

Who wagged their heads, and kicked against the yoke,

Misliking these my orders, and my rule.

'Tis they, I warrant, who suborned my guards

By bribes. Of evils current upon earth

The worst is money. Money 'tis that sacks

Cities, and drives men forth from hearth and home;

Warps and seduces native innocence,

And breeds a habit of dishonesty.

But they who sold themselves shall find their greed

Out-shot the mark, and rue it soon or late.

Yea, as I still revere the dread of Zeus,

By Zeus I swear, except ye find and bring

Before my presence here the very man

Who carried out this lawless burial,

Death for your punishment shall not suffice.

Hanged on a cross, alive ye first shall make

Confession of this outrage. This will teach you

What practices are like to serve your turn.

There are some villainies that bring no gain.

For by dishonesty the few may thrive,

The many come to ruin and disgrace.

GUARD

May I not speak, or must I turn and go

Without a word?--

CREON

Begone! canst thou not see

That e'en this question irks me?

GUARD

Where, my lord?

Is it thy ears that suffer, or thy heart?

CREON

Why seek to probe and find the seat of pain?

GUARD

I gall thine ears--this miscreant thy mind.

CREON

What an inveterate babbler! get thee gone!

GUARD

Babbler perchance, but innocent of the crime.

CREON

Twice guilty, having sold thy soul for gain.

GUARD

Alas! how sad when reasoners reason wrong.

CREON

Go, quibble with thy reason. If thou fail'st

To find these malefactors, thou shalt own

The wages of ill-gotten gains is death.

[Exit CREON]

GUARD

I pray he may be found. But caught or not

(And fortune must determine that) thou never

Shalt see me here returning; that is sure.

For past all hope or thought I have escaped,

And for my safety owe the gods much thanks.

CHORUS

(Str. 1)

Many wonders there be, but naught more wondrous than man;

Over the surging sea, with a whitening south wind wan,

Through the foam of the firth, man makes his perilous way;

And the eldest of deities Earth that knows not toil nor decay

Ever he furrows and scores, as his team, year in year out,

With breed of the yoked horse, the ploughshare turneth about.

(Ant. 1)

The light-witted birds of the air, the beasts of the weald and the wood

He traps with his woven snare, and the brood of the briny flood.

Master of cunning he: the savage bull, and the hart

Who roams the mountain free, are tamed by his infinite art;

And the shaggy rough-maned steed is broken to bear the bit.

(Str. 2)

Speech and the wind-swift speed of counsel and civic wit,

He hath learnt for himself all these; and the arrowy rain to fly

And the nipping airs that freeze, 'neath the open winter sky.

He hath provision for all: fell plague he hath learnt to endure;

Safe whate'er may befall: yet for death he hath found no cure.

(Ant. 2)

Passing the wildest flight thought are the cunning and skill,

That guide man now to the light, but now to counsels of ill.

If he honors the laws of the land, and reveres the Gods of the State

Proudly his city shall stand; but a cityless outcast I rate

Whoso bold in his pride from the path of right doth depart;

Ne'er may I sit by his side, or share the thoughts of his heart.

What strange vision meets my eyes,

Fills me with a wild surprise?

Sure I know her, sure 'tis she,

The maid Antigone.

Hapless child of hapless sire,

Didst thou recklessly conspire,

Madly brave the King's decree?

Therefore are they haling thee?

[Enter GUARD bringing ANTIGONE]

GUARD

Here is the culprit taken in the act

Of giving burial. But where's the King?

CHORUS

There from the palace he returns in time.

[Enter CREON]

CREON

Why is my presence timely? What has chanced?

GUARD

No man, my lord, should make a vow, for if

He ever swears he will not do a thing,

His afterthoughts belie his first resolve.

When from the hail-storm of thy threats I fled

I sware thou wouldst not see me here again;

But the wild rapture of a glad surprise

Intoxicates, and so I'm here forsworn.

And here's my prisoner, caught in the very act,

Decking the grave. No lottery this time;

This prize is mine by right of treasure-trove.

So take her, judge her, rack her, if thou wilt.

She's thine, my liege; but I may rightly claim

Hence to depart well quit of all these ills.

CREON

Say, how didst thou arrest the maid, and where?

GUARD

Burying the man. There's nothing more to tell.

CREON

Hast thou thy wits? Or know'st thou what thou say'st?

GUARD

I saw this woman burying the corpse

Against thy orders. Is that clear and plain?

CREON

But how was she surprised and caught in the act?

GUARD

It happened thus. No sooner had we come,

Driven from thy presence by those awful threats,

Than straight we swept away all trace of dust,

And bared the clammy body. Then we sat

High on the ridge to windward of the stench,

While each man kept he fellow alert and rated

Roundly the sluggard if he chanced to nap.

So all night long we watched, until the sun

Stood high in heaven, and his blazing beams

Smote us. A sudden whirlwind then upraised

A cloud of dust that blotted out the sky,

And swept the plain, and stripped the woodlands bare,

And shook the firmament. We closed our eyes

And waited till the heaven-sent plague should pass.

At last it ceased, and lo! there stood this maid.

A piercing cry she uttered, sad and shrill,

As when the mother bird beholds her nest

Robbed of its nestlings; even so the maid

Wailed as she saw the body stripped and bare,

And cursed the ruffians who had done this deed.

Anon she gathered handfuls of dry dust,

Then, holding high a well-wrought brazen urn,

Thrice on the dead she poured a lustral stream.

We at the sight swooped down on her and seized

Our quarry. Undismayed she stood, and when

We taxed her with the former crime and this,

She disowned nothing. I was glad--and grieved;

For 'tis most sweet to 'scape oneself scot-free,

And yet to bring disaster to a friend

Is grievous. Take it all in all, I deem

A man's first duty is to serve himself.

CREON

Speak, girl, with head bent low and downcast eyes,

Does thou plead guilty or deny the deed?

ANTIGONE

Guilty. I did it, I deny it not.

CREON (to GUARD)

Sirrah, begone whither thou wilt, and thank

Thy luck that thou hast 'scaped a heavy charge.

(To ANTIGONE)

Now answer this plain question, yes or no,

Wast thou acquainted with the interdict?

ANTIGONE

I knew, all knew; how should I fail to know?

CREON

And yet wert bold enough to break the law?

ANTIGONE

Yea, for these laws were not ordained of Zeus,

And she who sits enthroned with gods below,

Justice, enacted not these human laws.

Nor did I deem that thou, a mortal man,

Could'st by a breath annul and override

The immutable unwritten laws of Heaven.

They were not born today nor yesterday;

They die not; and none knoweth whence they sprang.

I was not like, who feared no mortal's frown,

To disobey these laws and so provoke

The wrath of Heaven. I knew that I must die,

E'en hadst thou not proclaimed it; and if death

Is thereby hastened, I shall count it gain.

For death is gain to him whose life, like mine,

Is full of misery. Thus my lot appears

Not sad, but blissful; for had I endured

To leave my mother's son unburied there,

I should have grieved with reason, but not now.

And if in this thou judgest me a fool,

Methinks the judge of folly's not acquit.

CHORUS

A stubborn daughter of a stubborn sire,

This ill-starred maiden kicks against the pricks.

CREON

Well, let her know the stubbornest of wills

Are soonest bended, as the hardest iron,

O'er-heated in the fire to brittleness,

Flies soonest into fragments, shivered through.

A snaffle curbs the fieriest steed, and he

Who in subjection lives must needs be meek.

But this proud girl, in insolence well-schooled,

First overstepped the established law, and then--

A second and worse act of insolence--

She boasts and glories in her wickedness.

Now if she thus can flout authority

Unpunished, I am woman, she the man.

But though she be my sister's child or nearer

Of kin than all who worship at my hearth,

Nor she nor yet her sister shall escape

The utmost penalty, for both I hold,

As arch-conspirators, of equal guilt.

Bring forth the older; even now I saw her

Within the palace, frenzied and distraught.

The workings of the mind discover oft

Dark deeds in darkness schemed, before the act.

More hateful still the miscreant who seeks

When caught, to make a virtue of a crime.

ANTIGONE

Would'st thou do more than slay thy prisoner?

CREON

Not I, thy life is mine, and that's enough.

ANTIGONE

Why dally then? To me no word of thine

Is pleasant: God forbid it e'er should please;

Nor am I more acceptable to thee.

And yet how otherwise had I achieved

A name so glorious as by burying

A brother? so my townsmen all would say,

Where they not gagged by terror, Manifold

A king's prerogatives, and not the least

That all his acts and all his words are law.

CREON

Of all these Thebans none so deems but thou.

ANTIGONE

These think as I, but bate their breath to thee.

CREON

Hast thou no shame to differ from all these?

ANTIGONE

To reverence kith and kin can bring no shame.

CREON

Was his dead foeman not thy kinsman too?

ANTIGONE

One mother bare them and the self-same sire.

CREON

Why cast a slur on one by honoring one?

ANTIGONE

The dead man will not bear thee out in this.

CREON

Surely, if good and evil fare alive.

ANTIGONE

The slain man was no villain but a brother.

CREON

The patriot perished by the outlaw's brand.

ANTIGONE

Nathless the realms below these rites require.

CREON

Not that the base should fare as do the brave.

ANTIGONE

Who knows if this world's crimes are virtues there?

CREON

Not even death can make a foe a friend.

ANTIGONE

My nature is for mutual love, not hate.

CREON

Die then, and love the dead if thou must;

No woman shall be the master while I live.

[Enter ISMENE]

CHORUS

Lo from out the palace gate,

Weeping o'er her sister's fate,

Comes Ismene; see her brow,

Once serene, beclouded now,

See her beauteous face o'erspread

With a flush of angry red.

CREON

Woman, who like a viper unperceived

Didst harbor in my house and drain my blood,

Two plagues I nurtured blindly, so it proved,

To sap my throne. Say, didst thou too abet

This crime, or dost abjure all privity?

ISMENE

I did the deed, if she will have it so,

And with my sister claim to share the guilt.

ANTIGONE

That were unjust. Thou would'st not act with me

At first, and I refused thy partnership.

ISMENE

But now thy bark is stranded, I am bold

To claim my share as partner in the loss.

ANTIGONE

Who did the deed the under-world knows well:

A friend in word is never friend of mine.

ISMENE

O sister, scorn me not, let me but share

Thy work of piety, and with thee die.

ANTIGONE

Claim not a work in which thou hadst no hand;

One death sufficeth. Wherefore should'st thou die?

ISMENE

What would life profit me bereft of thee?

ANTIGONE

Ask Creon, he's thy kinsman and best friend.

ISMENE

Why taunt me? Find'st thou pleasure in these gibes?

ANTIGONE

'Tis a sad mockery, if indeed I mock.

ISMENE

O say if I can help thee even now.

ANTIGONE

No, save thyself; I grudge not thy escape.

ISMENE

Is e'en this boon denied, to share thy lot?

ANTIGONE

Yea, for thou chosed'st life, and I to die.

ISMENE

Thou canst not say that I did not protest.

ANTIGONE

Well, some approved thy wisdom, others mine.

ISMENE

But now we stand convicted, both alike.

ANTIGONE

Fear not; thou livest, I died long ago

Then when I gave my life to save the dead.

CREON

Both maids, methinks, are crazed. One suddenly

Has lost her wits, the other was born mad.

ISMENE

Yea, so it falls, sire, when misfortune comes,

The wisest even lose their mother wit.

CREON

I' faith thy wit forsook thee when thou mad'st

Thy choice with evil-doers to do ill.

ISMENE

What life for me without my sister here?

CREON

Say not thy sister _here_: thy sister's dead.

ISMENE

What, wilt thou slay thy own son's plighted bride?

CREON

Aye, let him raise him seed from other fields.

ISMENE

No new espousal can be like the old.

CREON

A plague on trulls who court and woo our sons.

ANTIGONE

O Haemon, how thy sire dishonors thee!

CREON

A plague on thee and thy accursed bride!

CHORUS

What, wilt thou rob thine own son of his bride?

CREON

'Tis death that bars this marriage, not his sire.

CHORUS

So her death-warrant, it would seem, is sealed.

CREON

By you, as first by me; off with them, guards,

And keep them close. Henceforward let them learn

To live as women use, not roam at large.

For e'en the bravest spirits run away

When they perceive death pressing on life's heels.

CHORUS

(Str. 1)

Thrice blest are they who never tasted pain!

If once the curse of Heaven attaint a race,

The infection lingers on and speeds apace,

Age after age, and each the cup must drain.

So when Etesian blasts from Thrace downpour

Sweep o'er the blackening main and whirl to land

From Ocean's cavernous depths his ooze and sand,

Billow on billow thunders on the shore.

(Ant. 1)

On the Labdacidae I see descending

Woe upon woe; from days of old some god

Laid on the race a malison, and his rod

Scourges each age with sorrows never ending.

The light that dawned upon its last born son

Is vanished, and the bloody axe of Fate

Has felled the goodly tree that blossomed late.

O Oedipus, by reckless pride undone!

(Str. 2)

Thy might, O Zeus, what mortal power can quell?

Not sleep that lays all else beneath its spell,

Nor moons that never tier: untouched by Time,

Throned in the dazzling light

That crowns Olympus' height,

Thou reignest King, omnipotent, sublime.

Past, present, and to be,

All bow to thy decree,

All that exceeds the mean by Fate

Is punished, Love or Hate.

(Ant. 2)

Hope flits about never-wearying wings;

Profit to some, to some light loves she brings,

But no man knoweth how her gifts may turn,

Till 'neath his feet the treacherous ashes burn.

Sure 'twas a sage inspired that spake this word;

_If_evil_good_appear_

_To_any, _Fate_is_near_;

And brief the respite from her flaming sword.

Hither comes in angry mood

Haemon, latest of thy brood;

Is it for his bride he's grieved,

Or her marriage-bed deceived,

Doth he make his mourn for thee,

Maid forlorn, Antigone?

[Enter HAEMON]

CREON

Soon shall we know, better than seer can tell.

Learning may fixed decree anent thy bride,

Thou mean'st not, son, to rave against thy sire?

Know'st not whate'er we do is done in love?

HAEMON

O father, I am thine, and I will take

Thy wisdom as the helm to steer withal.

Therefore no wedlock shall by me be held

More precious than thy loving goverance.

CREON

Well spoken: so right-minded sons should feel,

In all deferring to a father's will.

For 'tis the hope of parents they may rear

A brood of sons submissive, keen to avenge

Their father's wrongs, and count his friends their own.

But who begets unprofitable sons,

He verily breeds trouble for himself,

And for his foes much laughter. Son, be warned

And let no woman fool away thy wits.

Ill fares the husband mated with a shrew,

And her embraces very soon wax cold.

For what can wound so surely to the quick

As a false friend? So spue and cast her off,

Bid her go find a husband with the dead.

For since I caught her openly rebelling,

Of all my subjects the one malcontent,

I will not prove a traitor to the State.

She surely dies. Go, let her, if she will,

Appeal to Zeus the God of Kindred, for

If thus I nurse rebellion in my house,

Shall not I foster mutiny without?

For whoso rules his household worthily,

Will prove in civic matters no less wise.

But he who overbears the laws, or thinks

To overrule his rulers, such as one

I never will allow. Whome'er the State

Appoints must be obeyed in everything,

But small and great, just and unjust alike.

I warrant such a one in either case

Would shine, as King or subject; such a man

Would in the storm of battle stand his ground,

A comrade leal and true; but Anarchy--

What evils are not wrought by Anarchy!

She ruins States, and overthrows the home,

She dissipates and routs the embattled host;

While discipline preserves the ordered ranks.

Therefore we must maintain authority

And yield to title to a woman's will.

Better, if needs be, men should cast us out

Than hear it said, a woman proved his match.

CHORUS

To me, unless old age have dulled wits,

Thy words appear both reasonable and wise.

HAEMON

Father, the gods implant in mortal men

Reason, the choicest gift bestowed by heaven.

'Tis not for me to say thou errest, nor

Would I arraign thy wisdom, if I could;

And yet wise thoughts may come to other men

And, as thy son, it falls to me to mark

The acts, the words, the comments of the crowd.

The commons stand in terror of thy frown,

And dare not utter aught that might offend,

But I can overhear their muttered plaints,

Know how the people mourn this maiden doomed

For noblest deeds to die the worst of deaths.

When her own brother slain in battle lay

Unsepulchered, she suffered not his corse

To lie for carrion birds and dogs to maul:

Should not her name (they cry) be writ in gold?

Such the low murmurings that reach my ear.

O father, nothing is by me more prized

Than thy well-being, for what higher good

Can children covet than their sire's fair fame,

As fathers too take pride in glorious sons?

Therefore, my father, cling not to one mood,

And deemed not thou art right, all others wrong.

For whoso thinks that wisdom dwells with him,

That he alone can speak or think aright,

Such oracles are empty breath when tried.

The wisest man will let himself be swayed

By others' wisdom and relax in time.

See how the trees beside a stream in flood

Save, if they yield to force, each spray unharmed,

But by resisting perish root and branch.

The mariner who keeps his mainsheet taut,

And will not slacken in the gale, is like

To sail with thwarts reversed, keel uppermost.

Relent then and repent thee of thy wrath;

For, if one young in years may claim some sense,

I'll say 'tis best of all to be endowed

With absolute wisdom; but, if that's denied,

(And nature takes not readily that ply)

Next wise is he who lists to sage advice.

CHORUS

If he says aught in season, heed him, King.

(To HAEMON)

Heed thou thy sire too; both have spoken well.

CREON

What, would you have us at our age be schooled,

Lessoned in prudence by a beardless boy?

HAEMON

I plead for justice, father, nothing more.

Weigh me upon my merit, not my years.

CREON

Strange merit this to sanction lawlessness!

HAEMON

For evil-doers I would urge no plea.

CREON

Is not this maid an arrant law-breaker?

HAEMON

The Theban commons with one voice say, No.

CREON

What, shall the mob dictate my policy?

HAEMON

'Tis thou, methinks, who speakest like a boy.

CREON

Am I to rule for others, or myself?

HAEMON

A State for one man is no State at all.

CREON

The State is his who rules it, so 'tis held.

HAEMON

As monarch of a desert thou wouldst shine.

CREON

This boy, methinks, maintains the woman's cause.

HAEMON

If thou be'st woman, yes. My thought's for thee.

CREON

O reprobate, would'st wrangle with thy sire?

HAEMON

Because I see thee wrongfully perverse.

CREON

And am I wrong, if I maintain my rights?

HAEMON

Talk not of rights; thou spurn'st the due of Heaven

CREON

O heart corrupt, a woman's minion thou!

HAEMON

Slave to dishonor thou wilt never find me.

CREON

Thy speech at least was all a plea for her.

HAEMON

And thee and me, and for the gods below.

CREON

Living the maid shall never be thy bride.

HAEMON

So she shall die, but one will die with her.

CREON

Hast come to such a pass as threaten me?

HAEMON

What threat is this, vain counsels to reprove?

CREON

Vain fool to instruct thy betters; thou shall rue it.

HAEMON

Wert not my father, I had said thou err'st.

CREON

Play not the spaniel, thou a woman's slave.

HAEMON

When thou dost speak, must no man make reply?

CREON

This passes bounds. By heaven, thou shalt not rate

And jeer and flout me with impunity.

Off with the hateful thing that she may die

At once, beside her bridegroom, in his sight.

HAEMON

Think not that in my sight the maid shall die,

Or by my side; never shalt thou again

Behold my face hereafter. Go, consort

With friends who like a madman for their mate.

[Exit HAEMON]

CHORUS

Thy son has gone, my liege, in angry haste.

Fell is the wrath of youth beneath a smart.

CREON

Let him go vent his fury like a fiend:

These sisters twain he shall not save from death.

CHORUS

Surely, thou meanest not to slay them both?

CREON

I stand corrected; only her who touched

The body.

CHORUS

And what death is she to die?

CREON

She shall be taken to some desert place

By man untrod, and in a rock-hewn cave,

With food no more than to avoid the taint

That homicide might bring on all the State,

Buried alive. There let her call in aid

The King of Death, the one god she reveres,

Or learn too late a lesson learnt at last:

'Tis labor lost, to reverence the dead.

CHORUS

(Str.)

Love resistless in fight, all yield at a glance of thine eye,

Love who pillowed all night on a maiden's cheek dost lie,

Over the upland holds. Shall mortals not yield to thee?

(Ant).

Mad are thy subjects all, and even the wisest heart

Straight to folly will fall, at a touch of thy poisoned dart.

Thou didst kindle the strife, this feud of kinsman with kin,

By the eyes of a winsome wife, and the yearning her heart to win.

For as her consort still, enthroned with Justice above,

Thou bendest man to thy will, O all invincible Love.

Lo I myself am borne aside,

From Justice, as I view this bride.

(O sight an eye in tears to drown)

Antigone, so young, so fair,

Thus hurried down

Death's bower with the dead to share.

ANTIGONE

(Str. 1)

Friends, countrymen, my last farewell I make;

My journey's done.

One last fond, lingering, longing look I take

At the bright sun.

For Death who puts to sleep both young and old

Hales my young life,

And beckons me to Acheron's dark fold,

An unwed wife.

No youths have sung the marriage song for me,

My bridal bed

No maids have strewn with flowers from the lea,

'Tis Death I wed.

CHORUS

But bethink thee, thou art sped,

Great and glorious, to the dead.

Thou the sword's edge hast not tasted,

No disease thy frame hath wasted.

Freely thou alone shalt go

Living to the dead below.

ANTIGONE

(Ant. 1)

Nay, but the piteous tale I've heard men tell

Of Tantalus' doomed child,

Chained upon Siphylus' high rocky fell,

That clung like ivy wild,

Drenched by the pelting rain and whirling snow,

Left there to pine,

While on her frozen breast the tears aye flow--

Her fate is mine.

CHORUS

She was sprung of gods, divine,

Mortals we of mortal line.

Like renown with gods to gain

Recompenses all thy pain.

Take this solace to thy tomb

Hers in life and death thy doom.

ANTIGONE

(Str. 2)

Alack, alack! Ye mock me. Is it meet

Thus to insult me living, to my face?

Cease, by our country's altars I entreat,

Ye lordly rulers of a lordly race.

O fount of Dirce, wood-embowered plain

Where Theban chariots to victory speed,

Mark ye the cruel laws that now have wrought my bane,

The friends who show no pity in my need!

Was ever fate like mine? O monstrous doom,

Within a rock-built prison sepulchered,

To fade and wither in a living tomb,

And alien midst the living and the dead.

CHORUS

(Str. 3)

In thy boldness over-rash

Madly thou thy foot didst dash

'Gainst high Justice' altar stair.

Thou a father's guild dost bear.

ANTIGONE

(Ant. 2)

At this thou touchest my most poignant pain,

My ill-starred father's piteous disgrace,

The taint of blood, the hereditary stain,

That clings to all of Labdacus' famed race.

Woe worth the monstrous marriage-bed where lay

A mother with the son her womb had borne,

Therein I was conceived, woe worth the day,

Fruit of incestuous sheets, a maid forlorn,

And now I pass, accursed and unwed,

To meet them as an alien there below;

And thee, O brother, in marriage ill-bestead,

'Twas thy dead hand that dealt me this death-blow.

CHORUS

Religion has her chains, 'tis true,

Let rite be paid when rites are due.

Yet is it ill to disobey

The powers who hold by might the sway.

Thou hast withstood authority,

A self-willed rebel, thou must die.

ANTIGONE

Unwept, unwed, unfriended, hence I go,

No longer may I see the day's bright eye;

Not one friend left to share my bitter woe,

And o'er my ashes heave one passing sigh.

CREON

If wail and lamentation aught availed

To stave off death, I trow they'd never end.

Away with her, and having walled her up

In a rock-vaulted tomb, as I ordained,

Leave her alone at liberty to die,

Or, if she choose, to live in solitude,

The tomb her dwelling. We in either case

Are guiltless as concerns this maiden's blood,

Only on earth no lodging shall she find.

ANTIGONE

O grave, O bridal bower, O prison house

Hewn from the rock, my everlasting home,

Whither I go to join the mighty host

Of kinsfolk, Persephassa's guests long dead,

The last of all, of all more miserable,

I pass, my destined span of years cut short.

And yet good hope is mine that I shall find

A welcome from my sire, a welcome too,

From thee, my mother, and my brother dear;

From with these hands, I laved and decked your limbs

In death, and poured libations on your grave.

And last, my Polyneices, unto thee

I paid due rites, and this my recompense!

Yet am I justified in wisdom's eyes.

For even had it been some child of mine,

Or husband mouldering in death's decay,

I had not wrought this deed despite the State.

What is the law I call in aid? 'Tis thus

I argue. Had it been a husband dead

I might have wed another, and have borne

Another child, to take the dead child's place.

But, now my sire and mother both are dead,

No second brother can be born for me.

Thus by the law of conscience I was led

To honor thee, dear brother, and was judged

By Creon guilty of a heinous crime.

And now he drags me like a criminal,

A bride unwed, amerced of marriage-song

And marriage-bed and joys of motherhood,

By friends deserted to a living grave.

What ordinance of heaven have I transgressed?

Hereafter can I look to any god

For succor, call on any man for help?

Alas, my piety is impious deemed.

Well, if such justice is approved of heaven,

I shall be taught by suffering my sin;

But if the sin is theirs, O may they suffer

No worse ills than the wrongs they do to me.

CHORUS

The same ungovernable will

Drives like a gale the maiden still.

CREON

Therefore, my guards who let her stay

Shall smart full sore for their delay.

ANTIGONE

Ah, woe is me! This word I hear

Brings death most near.

CHORUS

I have no comfort. What he saith,

Portends no other thing than death.

ANTIGONE

My fatherland, city of Thebes divine,

Ye gods of Thebes whence sprang my line,

Look, puissant lords of Thebes, on me;

The last of all your royal house ye see.

Martyred by men of sin, undone.

Such meed my piety hath won.

[Exit ANTIGONE]

CHORUS

(Str. 1)

Like to thee that maiden bright,

Danae, in her brass-bound tower,

Once exchanged the glad sunlight

For a cell, her bridal bower.

And yet she sprang of royal line,

My child, like thine,

And nursed the seed

By her conceived

Of Zeus descending in a golden shower.

Strange are the ways of Fate, her power

Nor wealth, nor arms withstand, nor tower;

Nor brass-prowed ships, that breast the sea

From Fate can flee.

(Ant. 1)

Thus Dryas' child, the rash Edonian King,

For words of high disdain

Did Bacchus to a rocky dungeon bring,

To cool the madness of a fevered brain.

His frenzy passed,

He learnt at last

'Twas madness gibes against a god to fling.

For once he fain had quenched the Maenad's fire;

And of the tuneful Nine provoked the ire.

(Str. 2)

By the Iron Rocks that guard the double main,

On Bosporus' lone strand,

Where stretcheth Salmydessus' plain

In the wild Thracian land,

There on his borders Ares witnessed

The vengeance by a jealous step-dame ta'en

The gore that trickled from a spindle red,

The sightless orbits of her step-sons twain.

(Ant. 2)

Wasting away they mourned their piteous doom,

The blasted issue of their mother's womb.

But she her lineage could trace

To great Erecththeus' race;

Daughter of Boreas in her sire's vast caves

Reared, where the tempest raves,

Swift as his horses o'er the hills she sped;

A child of gods; yet she, my child, like thee,

By Destiny

That knows not death nor age--she too was vanquished.

[Enter TEIRESIAS and BOY]

TEIRESIAS

Princes of Thebes, two wayfarers as one,

Having betwixt us eyes for one, we are here.

The blind man cannot move without a guide.

CREON

Why tidings, old Teiresias?

TEIRESIAS

I will tell thee;

And when thou hearest thou must heed the seer.

CREON

Thus far I ne'er have disobeyed thy rede.

TEIRESIAS

So hast thou steered the ship of State aright.

CREON

I know it, and I gladly own my debt.

TEIRESIAS

Bethink thee that thou treadest once again

The razor edge of peril.

CREON

What is this?

Thy words inspire a dread presentiment.

TEIRESIAS

The divination of my arts shall tell.

Sitting upon my throne of augury,

As is my wont, where every fowl of heaven

Find harborage, upon mine ears was borne

A jargon strange of twitterings, hoots, and screams;

So knew I that each bird at the other tare

With bloody talons, for the whirr of wings

Could signify naught else. Perturbed in soul,

I straight essayed the sacrifice by fire

On blazing altars, but the God of Fire

Came not in flame, and from the thigh bones dripped

And sputtered in the ashes a foul ooze;

Gall-bladders cracked and spurted up: the fat

Melted and fell and left the thigh bones bare.

Such are the signs, taught by this lad, I read--

As I guide others, so the boy guides me--

The frustrate signs of oracles grown dumb.

O King, thy willful temper ails the State,

For all our shrines and altars are profaned

By what has filled the maw of dogs and crows,

The flesh of Oedipus' unburied son.

Therefore the angry gods abominate

Our litanies and our burnt offerings;

Therefore no birds trill out a happy note,

Gorged with the carnival of human gore.

O ponder this, my son. To err is common

To all men, but the man who having erred

Hugs not his errors, but repents and seeks

The cure, is not a wastrel nor unwise.

No fool, the saw goes, like the obstinate fool.

Let death disarm thy vengeance. O forbear

To vex the dead. What glory wilt thou win

By slaying twice the slain? I mean thee well;

Counsel's most welcome if I promise gain.

CREON

Old man, ye all let fly at me your shafts

Like anchors at a target; yea, ye set

Your soothsayer on me. Peddlers are ye all

And I the merchandise ye buy and sell.

Go to, and make your profit where ye will,

Silver of Sardis change for gold of Ind;

Ye will not purchase this man's burial,

Not though the winged ministers of Zeus

Should bear him in their talons to his throne;

Not e'en in awe of prodigy so dire

Would I permit his burial, for I know

No human soilure can assail the gods;

This too I know, Teiresias, dire's the fall

Of craft and cunning when it tries to gloss

Foul treachery with fair words for filthy gain.

TEIRESIAS

Alas! doth any know and lay to heart--

CREON

Is this the prelude to some hackneyed saw?

TEIRESIAS

How far good counsel is the best of goods?

CREON

True, as unwisdom is the worst of ills.

TEIRESIAS

Thou art infected with that ill thyself.

CREON

I will not bandy insults with thee, seer.

TEIRESIAS

And yet thou say'st my prophesies are frauds.

CREON

Prophets are all a money-getting tribe.

TEIRESIAS

And kings are all a lucre-loving race.

CREON

Dost know at whom thou glancest, me thy lord?

TEIRESIAS

Lord of the State and savior, thanks to me.

CREON

Skilled prophet art thou, but to wrong inclined.

TEIRESIAS

Take heed, thou wilt provoke me to reveal

The mystery deep hidden in my breast.

CREON

Say on, but see it be not said for gain.

TEIRESIAS

Such thou, methinks, till now hast judged my words.

CREON

Be sure thou wilt not traffic on my wits.

TEIRESIAS

Know then for sure, the coursers of the sun

Not many times shall run their race, before

Thou shalt have given the fruit of thine own loins

In quittance of thy murder, life for life;

For that thou hast entombed a living soul,

And sent below a denizen of earth,

And wronged the nether gods by leaving here

A corpse unlaved, unwept, unsepulchered.

Herein thou hast no part, nor e'en the gods

In heaven; and thou usurp'st a power not thine.

For this the avenging spirits of Heaven and Hell

Who dog the steps of sin are on thy trail:

What these have suffered thou shalt suffer too.

And now, consider whether bought by gold

I prophesy. For, yet a little while,

And sound of lamentation shall be heard,

Of men and women through thy desolate halls;

And all thy neighbor States are leagues to avenge

Their mangled warriors who have found a grave

I' the maw of wolf or hound, or winged bird

That flying homewards taints their city's air.

These are the shafts, that like a bowman I

Provoked to anger, loosen at thy breast,

Unerring, and their smart thou shalt not shun.

Boy, lead me home, that he may vent his spleen

On younger men, and learn to curb his tongue

With gentler manners than his present mood.

[Exit TEIRESIAS]

CHORUS

My liege, that man hath gone, foretelling woe.

And, O believe me, since these grizzled locks

Were like the raven, never have I known

The prophet's warning to the State to fail.

CREON

I know it too, and it perplexes me.

To yield is grievous, but the obstinate soul

That fights with Fate, is smitten grievously.

CHORUS

Son of Menoeceus, list to good advice.

CHORUS

What should I do. Advise me. I will heed.

CHORUS

Go, free the maiden from her rocky cell;

And for the unburied outlaw build a tomb.

CREON

Is that your counsel? You would have me yield?

CHORUS

Yea, king, this instant. Vengeance of the gods

Is swift to overtake the impenitent.

CREON

Ah! what a wrench it is to sacrifice

My heart's resolve; but Fate is ill to fight.

CHORUS

Go, trust not others. Do it quick thyself.

CREON

I go hot-foot. Bestir ye one and all,

My henchmen! Get ye axes! Speed away

To yonder eminence! I too will go,

For all my resolution this way sways.

'Twas I that bound, I too will set her free.

Almost I am persuaded it is best

To keep through life the law ordained of old.

[Exit CREON]

CHORUS

(Str. 1)

Thou by many names adored,

Child of Zeus the God of thunder,

Of a Theban bride the wonder,

Fair Italia's guardian lord;

In the deep-embosomed glades

Of the Eleusinian Queen

Haunt of revelers, men and maids,

Dionysus, thou art seen.

Where Ismenus rolls his waters,

Where the Dragon's teeth were sown,

Where the Bacchanals thy daughters

Round thee roam,

There thy home;

Thebes, O Bacchus, is thine own.

(Ant. 1)

Thee on the two-crested rock

Lurid-flaming torches see;

Where Corisian maidens flock,

Thee the springs of Castaly.

By Nysa's bastion ivy-clad,

By shores with clustered vineyards glad,

There to thee the hymn rings out,

And through our streets we Thebans shout,

All hall to thee

Evoe, Evoe!

(Str. 2)

Oh, as thou lov'st this city best of all,

To thee, and to thy Mother levin-stricken,

In our dire need we call;

Thou see'st with what a plague our townsfolk sicken.

Thy ready help we crave,

Whether adown Parnassian heights descending,

Or o'er the roaring straits thy swift was wending,

Save us, O save!

(Ant. 2)

Brightest of all the orbs that breathe forth light,

Authentic son of Zeus, immortal king,

Leader of all the voices of the night,

Come, and thy train of Thyiads with thee bring,

Thy maddened rout

Who dance before thee all night long, and shout,

Thy handmaids we,

Evoe, Evoe!

[Enter MESSENGER]

MESSENGER

Attend all ye who dwell beside the halls

Of Cadmus and Amphion. No man's life

As of one tenor would I praise or blame,

For Fortune with a constant ebb and rise

Casts down and raises high and low alike,

And none can read a mortal's horoscope.

Take Creon; he, methought, if any man,

Was enviable. He had saved this land

Of Cadmus from our enemies and attained

A monarch's powers and ruled the state supreme,

While a right noble issue crowned his bliss.

Now all is gone and wasted, for a life

Without life's joys I count a living death.

You'll tell me he has ample store of wealth,

The pomp and circumstance of kings; but if

These give no pleasure, all the rest I count

The shadow of a shade, nor would I weigh

His wealth and power 'gainst a dram of joy.

CHORUS

What fresh woes bring'st thou to the royal house?

MESSENGER

Both dead, and they who live deserve to die.

CHORUS

Who is the slayer, who the victim? speak.

MESSENGER

Haemon; his blood shed by no stranger hand.

CHORUS

What mean ye? by his father's or his own?

MESSENGER

His own; in anger for his father's crime.

CHORUS

O prophet, what thou spakest comes to pass.

MESSENGER

So stands the case; now 'tis for you to act.

CHORUS

Lo! from the palace gates I see approaching

Creon's unhappy wife, Eurydice.

Comes she by chance or learning her son's fate?

[Enter EURYDICE]

EURYDICE

Ye men of Thebes, I overheard your talk.

As I passed out to offer up my prayer

To Pallas, and was drawing back the bar

To open wide the door, upon my ears

There broke a wail that told of household woe

Stricken with terror in my handmaids' arms

I fell and fainted. But repeat your tale

To one not unacquaint with misery.

MESSENGER

Dear mistress, I was there and will relate

The perfect truth, omitting not one word.

Why should we gloze and flatter, to be proved

Liars hereafter? Truth is ever best.

Well, in attendance on my liege, your lord,

I crossed the plain to its utmost margin, where

The corse of Polyneices, gnawn and mauled,

Was lying yet. We offered first a prayer

To Pluto and the goddess of cross-ways,

With contrite hearts, to deprecate their ire.

Then laved with lustral waves the mangled corse,

Laid it on fresh-lopped branches, lit a pyre,

And to his memory piled a mighty mound

Of mother earth. Then to the caverned rock,

The bridal chamber of the maid and Death,

We sped, about to enter. But a guard

Heard from that godless shrine a far shrill wail,

And ran back to our lord to tell the news.

But as he nearer drew a hollow sound

Of lamentation to the King was borne.

He groaned and uttered then this bitter plaint:

"Am I a prophet? miserable me!

Is this the saddest path I ever trod?

'Tis my son's voice that calls me. On press on,

My henchmen, haste with double speed to the tomb

Where rocks down-torn have made a gap, look in

And tell me if in truth I recognize

The voice of Haemon or am heaven-deceived."

So at the bidding of our distraught lord

We looked, and in the craven's vaulted gloom

I saw the maiden lying strangled there,

A noose of linen twined about her neck;

And hard beside her, clasping her cold form,

Her lover lay bewailing his dead bride

Death-wedded, and his father's cruelty.

When the King saw him, with a terrible groan

He moved towards him, crying, "O my son

What hast thou done? What ailed thee? What mischance

Has reft thee of thy reason? O come forth,

Come forth, my son; thy father supplicates."

But the son glared at him with tiger eyes,

Spat in his face, and then, without a word,

Drew his two-hilted sword and smote, but missed

His father flying backwards. Then the boy,

Wroth with himself, poor wretch, incontinent

Fell on his sword and drove it through his side

Home, but yet breathing clasped in his lax arms

The maid, her pallid cheek incarnadined

With his expiring gasps. So there they lay

Two corpses, one in death. His marriage rites

Are consummated in the halls of Death:

A witness that of ills whate'er befall

Mortals' unwisdom is the worst of all.

[Exit EURYDICE]

CHORUS

What makest thou of this? The Queen has gone

Without a word importing good or ill.

MESSENGER

I marvel too, but entertain good hope.

'Tis that she shrinks in public to lament

Her son's sad ending, and in privacy

Would with her maidens mourn a private loss.

Trust me, she is discreet and will not err.

CHORUS

I know not, but strained silence, so I deem,

Is no less ominous than excessive grief.

MESSENGER

Well, let us to the house and solve our doubts,

Whether the tumult of her heart conceals

Some fell design. It may be thou art right:

Unnatural silence signifies no good.

CHORUS

Lo! the King himself appears.

Evidence he with him bears

'Gainst himself (ah me! I quake

'Gainst a king such charge to make)

But all must own,

The guilt is his and his alone.

CREON

(Str. 1)

Woe for sin of minds perverse,

Deadly fraught with mortal curse.

Behold us slain and slayers, all akin.

Woe for my counsel dire, conceived in sin.

Alas, my son,

Life scarce begun,

Thou wast undone.

The fault was mine, mine only, O my son!

CHORUS

Too late thou seemest to perceive the truth.

CREON

(Str. 2)

By sorrow schooled. Heavy the hand of God,

Thorny and rough the paths my feet have trod,

Humbled my pride, my pleasure turned to pain;

Poor mortals, how we labor all in vain!

[Enter SECOND MESSENGER]

SECOND MESSENGER

Sorrows are thine, my lord, and more to come,

One lying at thy feet, another yet

More grievous waits thee, when thou comest home.

CREON

What woe is lacking to my tale of woes?

SECOND MESSENGER

Thy wife, the mother of thy dead son here,

Lies stricken by a fresh inflicted blow.

CREON

(Ant. 1)

How bottomless the pit!

Does claim me too, O Death?

What is this word he saith,

This woeful messenger? Say, is it fit

To slay anew a man already slain?

Is Death at work again,

Stroke upon stroke, first son, then mother slain?

CHORUS

Look for thyself. She lies for all to view.

CREON

(Ant. 2)

Alas! another added woe I see.

What more remains to crown my agony?

A minute past I clasped a lifeless son,

And now another victim Death hath won.

Unhappy mother, most unhappy son!

SECOND MESSENGER

Beside the altar on a keen-edged sword

She fell and closed her eyes in night, but erst

She mourned for Megareus who nobly died

Long since, then for her son; with her last breath

She cursed thee, the slayer of her child.

CREON

(Str. 3)

I shudder with affright

O for a two-edged sword to slay outright

A wretch like me,

Made one with misery.

SECOND MESSENGER

'Tis true that thou wert charged by the dead Queen

As author of both deaths, hers and her son's.

CREON

In what wise was her self-destruction wrought?

SECOND MESSENGER

Hearing the loud lament above her son

With her own hand she stabbed herself to the heart.

CREON

(Str. 4)

I am the guilty cause. I did the deed,

Thy murderer. Yea, I guilty plead.

My henchmen, lead me hence, away, away,

A cipher, less than nothing; no delay!

CHORUS

Well said, if in disaster aught is well

His past endure demand the speediest cure.

CREON

(Ant. 3)

Come, Fate, a friend at need,

Come with all speed!

Come, my best friend,

And speed my end!

Away, away!

Let me not look upon another day!

CHORUS

This for the morrow; to us are present needs

That they whom it concerns must take in hand.

CREON

I join your prayer that echoes my desire.

CHORUS

O pray not, prayers are idle; from the doom

Of fate for mortals refuge is there none.

CREON

(Ant. 4)

Away with me, a worthless wretch who slew

Unwitting thee, my son, thy mother too.

Whither to turn I know now; every way

Leads but astray,

And on my head I feel the heavy weight

Of crushing Fate.

CHORUS

Of happiness the chiefest part

Is a wise heart:

And to defraud the gods in aught

With peril's fraught.

Swelling words of high-flown might

Mightily the gods do smite.

Chastisement for errors past

Wisdom brings to age at last.