What do you think?AntigoneHow we are to go home, I cannot tell.ChorusDo not seek to go.AntigoneTrouble surrounds us.ChorusAnd previously it bore heavily.AntigoneThen it was desperate, but now even crueler.ChorusVast, then, is the sea of your troubles.AntigoneAlas, alas! Zeus, where shall we turn?To what last hope does the divinity now drive us?

Enter Theseus.TheseusCease your lament, children! Where the favor of the nether night is stored up, there is no room for sorrow; divine retribution would follow.AntigoneSon of Aegeus, we supplicate you!