ANTIGONE 171
I go to that strong dungeon of the tomb,
For burial strange, ah me ! Nor dwelling with the living, nor the dead.
Chorus. Forward and forward still to farthest verge
Of daring hast thou gone, 915
And now, Ο child, thou hast rushed violently
Where Right erects her throne ; Surely thou payest to the uttermost
Thy father's debt of guilt. Antigone. Ah ! thou hast touched the quick of all my grief, 920
The thrice-told tale of all my father's woe,
The fate which dogs us all, The old Labdakid race of ancient fame.
Woe for the curses dire
Of that defiled bed, 925
With foulest incest stained,
My mother's with my sire, Whence I myself have sprung, most miserable.
And now, I go to them,
To sojourn in the grave, 930
Accursed, and unwed :
Ah, brother, thou didst find
Thy marriage fraught with ill. And thou, though dead, hast smitten down my life. Chorus. Acts reverent and devout 93.5
May claim devotion's name, But power, in one to whom power comes as trust,
Alay never be defied ;
And thee, thy stubborn mood.
Self -chosen, layeth low. 940
Antigone. Unwept, without a friend.
Unwed, and whelmed in woe, I journey on this road that open lies.
