Antigone
Ah me! Ismene
Ah me! Antigone
My heart is mad with wailing. Ismene
My heart groans within me. Antigone
Ah, the grief, brother all-lamentable. Ismene
[970] And you also, brother all-wretched. Antigone
You perished at the hands of your nearest and dearest. Ismene
And you killed your nearest and dearest. Antigone
Twofold to tell of— Ismene
Twofold to look upon— Antigone
[975] Are these sorrows so close to those. Ismene
Fraternal sorrows stand close by fraternal sorrows. Chorus
O Fate, giver of grievous troubles, and awful shade of Oedipus, black Erinys, you are indeed a mighty force.
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