You 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.