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A source-book of ancient history - The Search For Mecca

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Antigone 193<br />

we were born women, who should not strive with men;<br />

next, that we are ruled <strong>of</strong> the stronger, so that we must<br />

obey in these things, and in things yet sorer.<br />

I, therefore,<br />

asking the Spirits Infernal to pardon, seeing that force<br />

is put on me herein, will hearken to our rulers; for 'tis<br />

witless to be over-busy.<br />

Ant. I will not urge thee,—no, nor, if thou yet shouldst<br />

have the mind, wouldst thou be welcome as a worker<br />

with me. Nay, be what thou wilt; but I will bury him:<br />

well for me to die in doing that. I shall rest, a loved one<br />

with him whom I have loved, sinless in my crime; for I<br />

owe a longer allegiance to the dead than to the living: in<br />

that world I shall abide forever. But if thou wilt, be guilty<br />

<strong>of</strong> dishonoring laws which the gods have stablished in<br />

honor.<br />

Is. I do them no dishonor; but to defy the state,—I<br />

have no strength for that.<br />

Ant. Such be thy plea:— I, then, will go to heap the<br />

earth above the brother whom I love.<br />

in punishment<br />

she was<br />

buried alive.<br />

First I call on thee, daughter <strong>of</strong> Zeus, divine Athena, Prayer for<br />

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and on thy sister, guardian <strong>of</strong> our land, Artemis, who sits<br />

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from a<br />

on her throne <strong>of</strong> fame, above the circle <strong>of</strong> our Agora, and pestilence,<br />

Sophocles,<br />

(Edipus<br />

fold help against death! If<br />

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ever aforetime,<br />

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in<br />

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arrest <strong>of</strong> Tyrannus,<br />

on Phoebus the far-darter; O shine forth on me, my three-<br />

ruin hurrying on the city, ye drove a fiery pest beyond '^^<br />

our borders, come now also!<br />

Woe is me, countless are the sorrows that I bear; a<br />

plague is on all our host, and thought can find no weapon<br />

for defence. . . .<br />

By such deaths, past numbering, the city perishes:<br />

unpitied, her children lie on the ground, spreading pestilence,<br />

with none to mourn: and meanwhile young wives.

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