You alone out of all these Thebans see it that way. Antigone They do, too, but for you they hold their tongues. Creon Are you not ashamed that your
 beliefs differ from theirs? Antigone No, there is nothing shameful in respecting your own flesh and blood. Creon Was not he your brother too, who died in the opposite cause? Antigone A brother by the same mother and the same father. Creon Why, then, do you pay a service that is disrespectful to him? Antigone The dead man will not support you
 in that. Creon Yes, he will, if you honor him equally with the wicked one. Antigone It was his brother, not his slave, who died. Creon But he died ravaging this land, while he fell in its defense. Antigone Hades craves these rites, nevertheless. Creon But the good man craves a portion not equal to the
 evil’s. Antigone Who knows but that these actions are pure to those below? Creon You do not love someone you have hated, not even after death. Antigone It is not my nature to join in hate, but in love. Creon Then, go down to hell and love them if you must. While I live, no woman will rule me. Enter Ismene from the house, led in by two attendants. Chorus Look, here comes Ismene from the palace, shedding the tears of a loving
 sister. A cloud over her eyes mars her red-flushed face, and it breaks into rain on her comely
 cheek. Creon You who were lurking like a viper in my own house and
 secretly gulping up my life’s blood, while I was oblivious that I
 was nurturing two plagues, two revolutions against my throne—tell me
 now, will you also affirm your share in this
 burial, or will you forswear all knowledge of it? Ismene I performed the deed—as long as she concurs—and I share and carry the
 burden of guilt. Antigone No, justice will not permit you to do this, since you were not willing to
 help with the deed, nor did I give you a part in it. Ismene But now with this sea of troubles
 around you, I am not ashamed to sail in a sea of suffering at your
 side. Antigone As to whose deed it is, Hades and the dead are witnesses. A friend in
 words is not the type of friend I love. Ismene No, sister, do not strip me of death’s honor, but let me die with you and make due consecration to
 the dead. Antigone Do not share my death. Do not claim deeds to which you did not put your
 hand. My death will suffice. Ismene And how can I cherish life, once I am deprived of you?