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 53

Chorus: The same ungovernable will
Drives like a gale the maiden still.

Creon: Therefore, my guards who let her stay
Shall smart full sore for their delay.

Antigone: Ah, woe is me! This word I hear
Brings death most near.

Chorus: I have no comfort. What he saith,
Portends no other thing than death.

Antigone: My fatherland, city of Thebes divine,
Ye gods of Thebes whence sprang my line,
Look, puissant lords of Thebes, on me;
The last of all your royal house ye see.
Martyred by men of sin, undone.
Such meed my piety hath won.
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