Chorus Leader
But hark! I see Creon on his way here to the house with clouded brow, and so I will cease my present lamentations.
Creon Ah me! what shall I do? Am I to mourn with tears myself or my city, which has a cloud around it? My son has died for his country, bringing glory to his name, but grievous woe to me. His body I have just now taken from the dragon’s rocky lair and sadly carried the self-slain victim here in my arms; and the house is filled with weeping; but now I have come for my sister Jocasta, age seeking age, that she may bathe my child’s corpse and lay it out. For those who are not dead must reverence the god below by paying honor to the dead.
Chorus Leader Your sister, Creon, has gone out, and her daughter Antigone went with her.
Creon Where did she go? What happened? Tell me.
Chorus Leader She heard that her sons were about to engage in single combat for the royal house.
Creon What do you mean? In my tenderness to my dead son, I was not able to learn this.
Chorus Leader It is some time, Creon, since your sister’s departure, and I expect the struggle for life and death is already decided by the sons of Oedipus.
Creon Alas! I see a sign there, the gloomy look and face of the messenger coming to tell us the whole matter.
Messenger Ah, woe is me! What story can I tell, what lament can I make?
Creon We are lost; your opening words have no fair appearance.
Messenger Ah, woe is me! I say again; for I am bringing great horrors.
Creon In addition to the other sorrowful deeds. What is your tale?
Messenger Your sister’s sons are now no more, Creon.
Creon Alas! you have a great tale of woe for me and the city. O house of Oedipus, have you heard these tidings of sons slain by the same fate?
Chorus Leader A tale to make it weep, if it were endowed with sense.
Creon Oh! most grievous stroke of fate!
Messenger If you only know the sorrows other than those!
Creon How can they be more hard to bear than these?
Messenger Your sister has died, with her two sons.
Chorus Loudly, loudly raise the wail, and with white hands strike upon your heads!
Creon Oh, wretched Jocasta! what an end to life and marriage you have found the riddling of the Sphinx! Tell me how her two sons accomplished the bloody deed, the struggle caused by the curse of Oedipus.