ANTIGONE 157
Go ye and call her. 'T was but now within 530
I saw her raving-, losing self-command.
And still the mind of those who in the dark
Plan deeds of evil is the first to fail,
And so convicts itself of secret guilt.
But most I hate when one found out in guilt 53.5
Λ¥ϋ1 seek to gloze and brave it to the end.
Aiitigone. And dost thou seek aught else beyond
my death ? Creon. Nought else for me. That gaining, I gain
all. Antigone. Why then delay ? Of all thy words not one Pleases me now (and may it never please ! ), 540
And so all mine must grate upon thine ears. And yet how could I higher glory gain Than placing my true brother in his tomb ? There is not one of these but would confess It pleases them, did fear not seal their lips. 545
The tyrant's might in much besides excels, And it may do and say whate'er it will.
Creon. Of all the race of Cadmus thou alone Look'st thus upon the deed.
Antigone. They see it too
As I do, but their tongue is tied for thee. 530
Creon. Art not ashamed against their thoughts to
think ? Antigone. There is nought base in honoring our
own blood. Creon. And was he not thy kin who fought against
him? Antigone. Yea, brother, of one father and one mo- ther. Creon. Why then give honor which dishonors him? 555
