By the spear you died— AntigoneYour deed made you wretched. IsmeneYou suffering made you wretched. AntigoneLet the lament come. IsmeneLet the tears come. AntigoneYou are laid out for mourning— IsmeneThough you did the killing.

AntigoneAh me! IsmeneAh me! AntigoneMy heart is mad with wailing. IsmeneMy heart groans within me. AntigoneAh, the grief, brother all-lamentable. IsmeneAnd you also, brother all-wretched.