You perished at the hands of your nearest and dearest.
 Ismene And you killed your nearest and dearest.
 Antigone Twofold to tell of—
 Ismene Twofold to look upon—
 Antigone Are these sorrows so close to those.
 Ismene Fraternal sorrows stand close by fraternal sorrows.
 Chorus O Fate, giver of grievous troubles, and awful shade of Oedipus, black Erinys, you are indeed a mighty force.
 Antigone Ah, me
 Ismene Ah, me
 Antigone Sorrows hard to behold—
 Ismene He showed me when he returned from exile.
 Antigone But he made no return after he had killed.
 Ismene He was saved, but lost his life.