By the spear you died—
 Antigone Your deed made you wretched.
 Ismene You suffering made you wretched.
 Antigone Let the lament come.
 Ismene Let the tears come.
 Antigone You are laid out for mourning—
 Ismene Though you did the killing.
 Antigone Ah me!
 Ismene Ah me!
 Antigone My heart is mad with wailing.
 Ismene My heart groans within me.
 Antigone Ah, the grief, brother all-lamentable.
 Ismene And you also, brother all-wretched.