first of all, how true and
constant was your
reverence for the royal
power of Laius; how, again, when Oedipus was ruler of our land, and
when he had perished, your
steadfastloyalty still upheld their
children. Since, then, his sons have fallen in one day by a twofold
doom,-each
smitten by the other, each stained with a brother's
blood,-I now possess the
throne and all its powers, by nearness of
kinship to the dead.
No man can be fully known, in soul and spirit and mind, until he
hath been seen versed in rule and law-giving. For if any, being
supreme guide of the State, cleaves not to the best
counsels, but,
through some fear, keeps his lips locked, I hold, and have ever
held, him most base; and if any makes a friend of more
account than
his fatherland, that man hath no place in my regard. For I-be Zeus
my
witness, who sees all things always-would not be silent if I saw
ruin, instead of safety, coming to the citizens; nor would I ever deem
the country's foe a friend to myself; remembering this, that our
country is the ship that bears us safe, and that only while she
prospers in our
voyage can we make true friends.
Such are the rules by which I guard this city's
greatness. And
in
accord with them is the edict which I have now published to the
folk
touching the sons of Oedipus;-that Eteocles, who hath fallen
fighting for our city, in all
renown of arms, shall be entombed, and
crowned with every rite that follows the noblest dead to their rest.
But for his brother, Polyneices,-who came back from exile, and
sought to
consume utterly with fire the city of his fathers and the
shrines of his fathers' gods,-sought to taste of
kindred blood, and to
lead the
remnant into slavery;-
touching this man, it hath been
proclaimed to our people that none shall grace him with sepulture or
lament, but leave him unburied, a
corpse for birds and dogs to eat,
a
ghastly sight of shame.
Such the spirit of my
dealing; and never, by deed of mine, shall
the
wicked stand in honour before the just; but whoso hath good will
to Thebes, he shall be honoured of me, in his life and in his death.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Such is thy pleasure, Creon, son of Menoeceus,
touching this
city's foe, and its friend; and thou hast power, I ween, to take
what order thou wilt, both for the dead, and for all us who live.
CREON
See, then, that ye be guardians of the mandate.
LEADER
Lay the burden of this task on some younger man.
CREON
Nay, watchers of the
corpse have been found.
LEADER
What, then, is this further
charge that thou wouldst give?
CREON
That ye side not with the breakers of these commands.
LEADER
No man is so foolish that he is enamoured of death.
CREON
In sooth, that is the meed; yet lucre hath oft ruined men
through their hopes.
(A GUARD enters from the spectators' left.)
GUARD
My liege, I will not say that I come
breathless from speed, or
that have plied a
nimble foot; for often did my thoughts make me
pause, and wheel round in my path, to return. My mind was holding
large
discourse with me; 'Fool, why goest thou to thy certain doom?'
'Wretch, tarrying again? And if Creon hears this from another, must
not thou smart for it?' So debating, I went on my way with lagging
steps, and thus a short road was made long. At last, however, it
carried the day that I should come hither-to thee; and, though my tale
be
nought, yet will I tell it; for I come with a good grip on one
hope,-that I can suffer nothing but what is my fate.
CREON
And what is it that disquiets thee thus?
GUARD
I wish to tell thee first about myself-I did not do the deed-I did
not see the doer-it were not right that I should come to any harm.
CREON
Thou hast a
shrewd eye for thy mark; well dost thou fence
thyself round against the blame; clearly thou hast some strange
thing to tell.
GUARD
Aye, truly; dread news makes one pause long.
CREON
Then tell it, wilt thou, and so get thee gone?
GUARD
Well, this is it.-The
corpse-some one hath just given it burial,
and gone away,-after sprinkling thirsty dust on the flesh, with such
other rites as piety enjoins.
CREON
What sayest thou? What living man hath dared this deed?
GUARD
I know not; no stroke of pickaxe was seen there, no earth thrown
up by mattock; the ground was hard and dry,
unbroken, without track of
wheels; the doer was one who had left no trace. And when the first
day-watchman showed it to us, sore wonder fell on all. The dead man
was veiled from us; not shut within a tomb, but
lightlystrewn with
dust, as by the hand of one who shunned a curse. And no sign met the
eye as though any beast of prey or any dog had come nigh to him, or
torn him.
Then evil words flew fast and loud among us, guard accusing guard;
und it would e'en have come to blows at last, nor was there any to
hinder. Every man was the
culprit, and no one was convicted, but all
disclaimed knowledge of the deed. And we were ready to take red-hot
iron in our hands;-to walk through fire;-to make oath by the gods that
we had not done the deed,-that we were not privy to the planning or
the doing.
At last, when all our searching was fruitless, one spake, who made
us all bend our faces on the earth in fear; for we saw not how we
could gainsay him, or escape mischance if we obeyed. His
counsel was
that this deed must be reported to thee, and not
hidden. And this
seemed best; and the lot doomed my
hapless self to win this prize.
So here I stand,-as
unwelcome as
unwilling, well I wot; for no man
delights in the
bearer of bad news.
LEADER
O king, my thoughts have long been whispering, can this deed,
perchance, be e'en the work of gods?
CREON
Cease, ere thy words fill me utterly with wrath, lest thou be
found at once an old man and foolish. For thou sayest what is not to
be borne, in
saying that the gods have care for this
corpse. Was it
for high
reward of
trusty service that they sought to hide his
nakedness, who came to burn their pillared shrines and sacred
treasures, to burn their land, and scatter its laws to the winds? Or
dost thou behold the gods honouring the
wicked? It cannot be. No! From
the first there were certain in the town that muttered against me,
chafing at this edict, wagging their heads in secret; and kept not
their necks duly under the yoke, like men
contented with my sway.
'Tis by them, well I know, that these have been beguiled and
bribed to do this deed. Nothing so evil as money ever grew to be
current among men. This lays cities low, this drives men from their
homes, this trains and warps honest souls till they set themselves
to works of shame; this still teaches folk to
practise villainies, and
to know every godless deed.
But all the men who
wrought this thing for hire have made it
sure that, soon or late, they shall pay the price. Now, as Zeus
still hath my
reverence, know this-I tell it thee on my oath:-If ye
find not the very author of this burial, and produce him before mine
eyes, death alone shall not be enough for you, till first, hung up
alive, ye have revealed this outrage,-that
henceforth ye may thieve
with better knowledge
whence lucre should be won, and learn that it is
not well to love gain from every source. For thou wilt find that
ill-gotten pelf brings more men to ruin than to weal.
GUARD
May I speak? Or shall I just turn and go?
CREON
Knowest thou not that even now thy voice offends?
GUARD
Is thy smart in the ears, or in the soul?
CREON
And why wouldst thou
define the seat of my pain?
GUARD
The doer vexes thy mind, but I, thine ears.
CREON
Ah, thou art a born babbler, 'tis well seen.
GUARD
May be, but never the doer of this deed.
CREON
Yea, and more,-the
seller of thy life for silver.
GUARD
Alas! 'Tis sad, truly, that he who judges should misjudge.
CREON
Let thy fancy play with 'judgment' as it will;-but, if ye show
me not the doers of these things, ye shall avow that dastardly gains
work sorrows.
(CREON goes into the palace.)
GUARD
Well, may he be found! so 'twere best. But, be he caught or be
he not-fortune must settle that-truly thou wilt not see me here again.
Saved, even now, beyond hope and thought, I owe the gods great thanks.
(The GUARD goes out on the spectators' left.)
CHORUS (singing)
strophe 1
Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man; the power
that crosses the white sea,
driven by the stormy south-wind, making
a path under surges that
threaten to engulf him; and Earth, the eldest
of the gods, the
immortal, the unwearied, doth he wear, turning the
soil with the offspring of horses, as the ploughs go to and fro from
year to year.
antistrophe 1
And the light-hearted race of birds, and the tribes of savage
beasts, and the sea-brood of the deep, he snares in the meshes of
his woven toils, he leads
captive, man excellent in wit. And he
masters by his arts the beast whose lair is in the wilds, who roams
the hills; he tames the horse of
shaggy mane, he puts the yoke upon
its neck, he tames the
tireless mountain bull.
strophe 2
And speech, and wind-swift thought, and all the moods that mould a
state, hath he taught himself; and how to flee the arrows of the
frost, when 'tis hard
lodging under the clear sky, and the arrows of
the rushing rain; yea, he hath
resource for all; without
resource he
meets nothing that must come: only against Death shall he call for aid
in vain; but from baffling maladies he hath devised escapes.
antistrophe 2
Cunning beyond fancy's dream is the
fertile skill which brings
him, now to evil, now to good. When he honours the laws of the land,
and that justice which he hath sworn by the gods to
uphold, proudly
stands his city: no city hath he who, for his rashness, dwells with
sin. Never may he share my
hearth, never think my thoughts, who doth
these things!
(Enter the GUARD on the spectators' left, leading in ANTIGONE.)
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
What portent from the gods is this?-my soul is amazed. I know
her-how can I deny that yon
maiden is Antigone?
O
hapless, and child of
hapless sire,-Of Oedipus! What means this?
Thou brought a prisoner?-thou, disloyal to the king's laws, and
taken in folly?
GUARD
Here she is, the doer of the deed:-caught this girl burying