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Still the same tempest of the soul  grips this girl with the same fierce gusts. Creon
Then because of this her guards will have reason to lament their slowness. Antigone
Ah, no! That command verges close on death. Creon
 I cannot console you with any hope that your doom is not to be fulfilled in that way. Antigone
O city of my fathers, land of Thebes, and you gods, our ancestors! I am led away now; there is no more delay!  Look at me, you who are Thebes' lords—look at the only remaining daughter of the house of your kings. See what I suffer, and at whose hands, because I revered reverence!Antigone is led away by the guards.
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