Chorus
[1270] Ah, how late you seem to see the right! Creon
God, I have mastered the bitter lesson! But then, then, I think, some god struck me on my head with a crushing weight, and drove me into savage paths, [1275] —ah!—and overthrew my joy to be trampled on! Ah, the labors men must toil through!
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