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!