Part 29 (1/2)

ANT. And I will die with him too, that thou mayest farther know.

CRE. Go--thou shalt not slay my son--quit the land.

DIPUS, ANTIGONE, CHORUS.

D. O daughter, I praise thee indeed for thy zealous intentions.

ANT. But if I were to marry, and thou suffer banishment alone, my father?

D. Stay and be happy; I will bear with content mine own ills.

ANT. And who will minister to thee, blind as thou art, my father?

D. Falling wherever it shall be my fate, I will lie on the ground.

ANT. But dipus, where is he? and the renowned Enigmas?

D. Perished! one day blest me, and one day destroyed.

ANT. Ought not I then to have a share in thy woes?

D. To a daughter exile with a blind father is shameful.

ANT. Not to a right-minded one however, but honorable, my father.

D. Lead me now onward, that I may touch thy mother.

ANT. There: touch the aged woman with thy most dear hand.

D. O mother! Oh most hapless wife!

ANT. She doth lie miserable, having all ills at once on her.

D. But where is the fallen body of Eteocles, and of Polynices?

ANT. They lie extended before thee near one another.

D. Place my blind hand upon their unhappy faces.

ANT. There: touch thy dead children with thy hand.

D. O ye dear wrecks, unhappy, of an unhappy father.

ANT. O name of Polynices, most dear indeed to me.

D. Now, my child, is the oracle of Apollo come to pa.s.s.

ANT. What? but dost thou mention evils in addition to these evils?