Translated by F. Storr. From the Loeb Library Edition, Originally published by Harvard University Press, Cambridge, MA and William Heinemann Ltd, London. First published in 1912.
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.
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