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.
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.