Dear, let us hasten back.Ismene.To do what deed?AntigoneA longing fills my soul—Ismene.For what?AntigoneTo see the netherworld home.Ismene.Of whom?AntigoneWretched me! Of our father.Ismene.And how can this be right?Surely you understand?AntigoneWhy this rebuke?Ismene.And surely you know this, too—