For what? Antigone To see the netherworld home. Ismene. Of whom? Antigone Wretched me! Of our father. Ismene. And how can this be right? Surely you understand? Antigone Why this rebuke? Ismene. And surely you know this, too— Antigone What more would you tell me? Ismene That he perished without a tomb, apart from everyone. Antigone Lead me there, and then kill me, too. Ismene Unhappy me! Abandoned and helpless, where am I now to live my wretched life? Chorus Dear girls, do not be afraid. Antigone But where shall I flee? Chorus Already a refuge has been found— Oedipus What do you mean? Chorus —That no harm befall you. Antigone I feel— Chorus What do you think? Antigone How we are to go home, I cannot tell. Chorus Do not seek to go. Antigone Trouble surrounds us. Chorus And previously it bore heavily. Antigone Then it was desperate, but now even crueler. Chorus Vast, then, is the sea of your troubles. Antigone Alas, alas! Zeus, where shall we turn? To what last hope does the divinity now drive us? Enter Theseus. Theseus Cease your lament, children! Where the favor of the nether night is stored up, there is no room for sorrow; divine retribution would follow. Antigone Son of Aegeus, we supplicate you!