Ask Creon. Your concern is for him. Ismene Why do you torture me like this,
 when it does not help you? Antigone No, if I mock you, it is to my own pain that I do so. Ismene Tell me, how can I help you, even now? Antigone Save yourself. I do not grudge your escape. Ismene Ah, misery! Will I fall short of sharing your fate? Antigone Your choice was to live, it was
 mine to die. Ismene At least your choice was not made without my protests. Antigone One world approved your wisdom, another approved mine. Ismene Nevertheless, the offense is identical for both of us. Antigone Take heart! You live. But my life has long been in Death’s hands so that I might serve the dead. Creon One of these maidens, I declare, has just revealed her foolishness; the
 other has displayed it from the moment of her birth. Ismene Yes, Creon. Whatever amount of reason nature may have given them does not
 remain with those in dire straits, but goes astray. Creon Yours did, I know, when you chose
 dire actions with dire allies. Ismene What life would there be for me alone, without her presence? Creon Do not speak of her presence . She lives no longer. Ismene What? You will kill your own son’s bride? Creon Why not? There are other fields for him to plough. Ismene But not fitted to him as she
 was. Creon I abhor an evil wife for my son. Antigone Haemon, dearest! How your father wrongs you! Creon Enough! Enough of you and of your marriage! Chorus Will you really cheat your son of this girl? Creon Death it is who will end these
 bridals for me. Chorus Then it seems that it is resolved that she will die. Creon Resolved, yes, for you and by me. To the two Attendants. No
 more delay! Servants, take them inside! Hereafter they must be women,
 and not left at large. For it is
 known that even the brave seek to flee, when they see Death now closing
 on their life. Exeunt Attendants, guarding Antigone and Ismene.
 Creon remains. Chorus Blest are those whose days have
 not tasted of evil. For when a house has once been shaken by the
 gods, no form of ruin is
 lacking, but it spreads over the bulk of the race, just as, when the
 surge is driven over the darkness of the deep by the fierce breath of
 Thracian sea-winds,