He lost it, all too truly.
 Ismene And took this one’s life away.
 Antigone Wretched family!
 Ismene Wretched suffering!
 Antigone Kindred sorrows full of groans!
 Ismene Sorrows steeped in tripled griefs.
 Chorus O Fate, giver of grievous troubles, and awful shade of Oedipus, black Erinys, you are indeed a mighty force.
 Antigone Now you know of the Erinys by experience—
 Ismene And you are made aware no later—
 Antigone When you came back to our city,
 Ismene Yes, to face him with your spear.
 Antigone A tale of destruction!
 Ismene Destruction to look upon!