Sophocles · Antigone Ἀντιγόνη

Sophocles, Antigone 883–943: Creon's order and Antigone's last words

Creon orders the guards to take Antigone away and entomb her, and to leave her alone to live or die. Antigone says farewell to the tomb, which she calls her bridal chamber, hopes to be welcome to her parents and her brothers, and asks what law of the gods she has broken, since she is judged irreverent for her reverence.

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Κρέων 883ἆρʼ ἴστʼ, ἀοιδὰς καὶ γόους πρὸ τοῦ θανεῖν ὡς οὐδʼ ἂν εἷς παύσαιτʼ ἄν, εἰ χρείη λέγειν; 885οὐκ ἄξεθʼ ὡς τάχιστα; καὶ κατηρεφεῖ τύμβῳ περιπτύξαντες, ὡς εἴρηκʼ ἐγώ, ἄφετε μόνην ἔρημον, εἴτε χρῇ θανεῖν εἴτʼ ἐν τοιαύτῃ ζῶσα τυμβεύειν στέγῃ· ἡμεῖς γὰρ ἁγνοὶ τοὐπὶ τήνδε τὴν κόρην· 890μετοικίας δʼ οὖν τῆς ἄνω στερήσεται. Ἀντιγόνη ὦ τύμβος, ὦ νυμφεῖον, ὦ κατασκαφὴς οἴκησις ἀείφρουρος, οἷ πορεύομαι πρὸς τοὺς ἐμαυτῆς, ὧν ἀριθμὸν ἐν νεκροῖς πλεῖστον δέδεκται Φερσέφασσʼ ὀλωλότων· 895ὧν λοισθία ʼγὼ καὶ κάκιστα δὴ μακρῷ κάτειμι, πρίν μοι μοῖραν ἐξήκειν βίου. ἐλθοῦσα μέντοι κάρτʼ ἐν ἐλπίσιν τρέφω φίλη μὲν ἥξειν πατρί, προσφιλὴς δὲ σοί, μῆτερ, φίλη δὲ σοί, κασίγνητον κάρα· 900ἐπεὶ θανόντας αὐτόχειρ ὑμᾶς ἐγὼ ἔλουσα κἀκόσμησα κἀπιτυμβίους χοὰς ἔδωκα. νῦν δέ, Πολύνεικες, τὸ σὸν δέμας περιστέλλουσα τοιάδʼ ἄρνυμαι. καίτοι σʼ ἐγὼ ʼτίμησα τοῖς φρονοῦσιν εὖ. 905οὐ γάρ ποτʼ οὔτʼ ἄν, εἰ τέκνων μήτηρ ἔφυν, οὔτʼ εἰ πόσις μοι κατθανὼν ἐτήκετο, βίᾳ πολιτῶν τόνδʼ ἂν ᾐρόμην πόνον. τίνος νόμου δὴ ταῦτα πρὸς χάριν λέγω; πόσις μὲν ἄν μοι κατθανόντος ἄλλος ἦν, 910καὶ παῖς ἀπʼ ἄλλου φωτός, εἰ τοῦδʼ ἤμπλακον, μητρὸς δʼ ἐν Ἅιδου καὶ πατρὸς κεκευθότοιν οὐκ ἔστʼ ἀδελφὸς ὅστις ἂν βλάστοι ποτέ. τοιῷδε μέντοι σʼ ἐκπροτιμήσασʼ ἐγὼ νόμῳ Κρέοντι ταῦτʼ ἔδοξʼ ἁμαρτάνειν 915καὶ δεινὰ τολμᾶν, ὦ κασίγνητον κάρα. καὶ νῦν ἄγει με διὰ χερῶν οὕτω λαβὼν ἄλεκτρον, ἀνυμέναιον, οὔτε του γάμου μέρος λαχοῦσαν οὔτε παιδείου τροφῆς, ἀλλʼ ὧδʼ ἔρημος πρὸς φίλων ἡ δύσμορος 920ζῶσʼ εἰς θανόντων ἔρχομαι κατασκαφάς. ποίαν παρεξελθοῦσα δαιμόνων δίκην; τί χρή με τὴν δύστηνον ἐς θεοὺς ἔτι βλέπειν; τίνʼ αὐδᾶν ξυμμάχων; ἐπεί γε δὴ τὴν δυσσέβειαν εὐσεβοῦσʼ ἐκτησάμην. 925ἀλλʼ εἰ μὲν οὖν τάδʼ ἐστὶν ἐν θεοῖς καλά, παθόντες ἂν ξυγγνοῖμεν ἡμαρτηκότες· εἰ δʼ οἵδʼ ἁμαρτάνουσι, μὴ πλείω κακὰ πάθοιεν ἢ καὶ δρῶσιν ἐκδίκως ἐμέ.

Creon Do you not know that dirges and wailing before death would never be given up, if it were allowed to make them freely? Take her away—now! And when you have enshrouded her, as I proclaimed, in her covered tomb, leave her alone, deserted—let her decide whether she wishes to die or to live entombed in such a home. It makes no difference, since our hands are clean so far as regards this girl. But no matter what, she will be stripped of her home here above.

Antigone Tomb, bridal-chamber, deep-dug eternal prison where I go to find my own, whom in the greatest numbers destruction has seized and Persephone has welcomed among the dead! Last of them all and in by far the most shameful circumstances, I will descend, even before the fated term of my life is spent. But I cherish strong hopes that I will arrive welcome to my father, and pleasant to you, Mother, and welcome, dear brother, to you. For, when each of you died, with my own hands I washed and dressed you and poured drink-offerings at your graves. But now, Polyneices, it is for tending your corpse that I win such reward as this. What law of the gods have I transgressed? Why should I look to the gods anymore? What ally should I call out to, when by my reverence I have earned a name for irreverence? Well, then, if these events please the gods, once I have suffered my doom I will come to know my guilt. But if the guilt lies with my judges, I could wish for them no greater evils than they inflict unjustly on me.

Χορός 929ἔτι τῶν αὐτῶν ἀνέμων αὑταὶ 930ψυχῆς ῥιπαὶ τήνδε γʼ ἔχουσιν. Κρέων τοιγὰρ τούτων τοῖσιν ἄγουσιν κλαύμαθʼ ὑπάρξει βραδυτῆτος ὕπερ. Ἀντιγόνη οἴμοι, θανάτου τοῦτʼ ἐγγυτάτω τοὔπος ἀφῖκται. Χορός 935θαρσεῖν οὐδὲν παραμυθοῦμαι μὴ οὐ τάδε ταύτῃ κατακυροῦσθαι. Ἀντιγόνη ὦ γῆς Θήβης ἄστυ πατρῷον καὶ θεοὶ προγενεῖς, ἄγομαι δὴ κοὐκέτι μέλλω. 940λεύσσετε, Θήβης οἱ κοιρανίδαι τὴν βασιλειδᾶν μούνην λοιπήν, οἷα πρὸς οἵων ἀνδρῶν πάσχω, τὴν εὐσεβίαν σεβίσασα.

Chorus Still the same tempest of the soul grips this girl with the same fierce gusts.

Creon Then because of this her guards will have reason to lament their slowness.

Antigone Ah, no! That command verges close on death.

Creon I cannot console you with any hope that your doom is not to be fulfilled in that way.

Antigone O city of my fathers, land of Thebes, and you gods, our ancestors! I am led away now; there is no more delay! Look at me, you who are Thebes’ lords—look at the only remaining daughter of the house of your kings. See what I suffer, and at whose hands, because I revered reverence!

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English translation by Richard C. Jebb (modernised by Perseus) (1891). Original text: Greek text: Francis Storr (ed. and trans.), Sophocles, vol. 1, Loeb Classical Library, London: William Heinemann, 1912, as digitised by Perseus. English: Richard C. Jebb, Sophocles: The Plays and Fragments, Part III, The Antigone, Cambridge University Press, 1891 (Perseus's modernised version of Jebb's prose translation).

Greek text and translation from the Perseus Digital Library, Tufts University, CC BY-SA 4.0 (Perseus Digital Library); translation public domain. Introductions, summaries and notes © GreekMythology.com.