Oh, the grief—
 Ismene Oh, the evils—
 Antigone For home and land.
 Ismene Above all for me,
 Antigone And more also for me.
 Ismene Ah I pity your grievous suffering, my king.
 Antigone Pity for you both, most lamentable of all men.
 Ismene You were possessed by delusion.
 Antigone Where shall we lay them in the earth?
 Ismene Ah, where their honor is greatest.
 Antigone To lie beside their father, a cause for him of sorrow.
 Enter a Herald. Herald It is my duty to announce the will and decrees of the council on behalf of the people of this our Cadmean city.
 It is decreed, first, that Eteocles here, on account of his goodwill towards the city, is to be buried in a kindly grave in its soil; for hating the enemy he chose death in the city and driven by piety towards his ancestral shrines, he died without reproach where it is an honor for the young to die. This is how I was commanded to speak regarding him. But as for his brother, it is decreed that this corpse of Polyneices