Sophocles' ANTIGONE Complete

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.

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Page 35

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.

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