title: Antigone (Greek Tragedy in New Translations)
author:  Sophocles 
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zlib_text: Sophocles (c.496 B.C.–406 B.C.).  Antigone.
  The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
   
  Dramatis Personæ
  Creon, King of Thebes
  Hæmon, son of Creon
  Teiresias, a seer
  Guard
  First Messenger
  Second Messenger
  Eurydice, wife of Creon
  Antigone, Ismene, daughters of Œdipus
  Chorus of Theban Elders
    SCENE—Thebes, in front of the Palace.
   
  Enter ANTIGONE and ISMENE
  ANTIGONE  ISMENE, mine own sister, dearest one;
  Is there, of all the ills of Œdipus,
  One left that Zeus will fail to bring on us,
  While still we live? for nothing is there sad
          4
  Or full of woe, or base, or fraught with shame,
  But I have seen it in thy woes and mine.
  And now, what new decree is this they tell,
  Our ruler has enjoined on all the state?
          8
  Know’st thou? hast heard? or is it hid from thee,
  The doom of foes that comes upon thy friends?
   
  ISM.  No tidings of our friends, Antigone,
  Painful or pleasant since that hour have come
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  When we, two sisters, lost our brothers twain,
  In one day dying by each other’s hand