, he will soon be with us, never fear.For your name, old man, has been loudly trumpeted through all lands, so that even if he is taking his ease, and slow to move, when he hears of you he will swiftly arrive.
Well, may he come with good fortune both for his own city and for me! What noble man is not his own friend?
O Zeus! What shall I say? What shall I think, my father?
What is it, Antigone, my child?
I see a woman coming towards us, mounted on a colt of Etna; she wears a Thessalian bonnet to screen her face from the sun.What shall I say? Is it she, or is it not? Does my judgment err? Yes—no—I cannot tell—ah, me! It is no other, yes! She greets me with bright glancesas she draws near, and makes a signal. Here is Ismene, clearly, and no other before me.
What is that you say, my child?
That I see your daughter, my sister. By her voice right away you can know her.
Father and sister, names most sweet to me! How hard it was <