Yes, for he wishes it. But I must not yield. Antigone Ah, wretched me! But who will dare follow you, when he hears what prophecies this man has uttered? Polyneices I will not report ill-tidings; a good leader should tell the better news, and not the worse. Antigone Is this then your fixed decision, my brother? Polyneices Yes, and do not detain me. This path now will be my destiny, ill-fated and evil, because of my father here and his Furies. But as for you two, may Zeus grant you good things, if you bring these things to completion for me when I am dead, since in life you will see me no more. Now release me, and farewell; for nevermore will you behold me living. Antigone Ah, wretched that I am! Polyneices Do not mourn for me. Antigone And who would not mourn you, brother, when you are hurrying off to a death foreseen?