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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 utmostpenalty, 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.


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