You 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. AntigoneYou perished at the hands of your nearest and dearest. IsmeneAnd you killed your nearest and dearest. AntigoneTwofold to tell of— IsmeneTwofold to look upon— AntigoneAre these sorrows so close to those. IsmeneFraternal sorrows stand close by fraternal sorrows. ChorusO Fate, giver of grievous troubles, and awful shade of Oedipus, black Erinys, you are indeed a mighty force.

AntigoneAh, me IsmeneAh, me AntigoneSorrows hard to behold— IsmeneHe showed me when he returned from exile. AntigoneBut he made no return after he had killed. IsmeneHe was saved, but lost his life. AntigoneHe lost it, all too truly. IsmeneAnd took this one’s life away. AntigoneWretched family! IsmeneWretched suffering! AntigoneKindred sorrows full of groans! IsmeneSorrows steeped in tripled griefs. ChorusO Fate, giver of grievous troubles, and awful shade of Oedipus, black Erinys, you are indeed a mighty force.

AntigoneNow you know of the Erinys by experience— IsmeneAnd you are made aware no later—