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Dear, let us hasten back. Ismene.
To do what deed? Antigone
A longing fills my soul— Ismene.
For what? Antigone
 To see the netherworld home. Ismene.
Of whom? Antigone
Wretched me! Of our father. Ismene.
And how can this be right?  Surely you understand? Antigone
Why this rebuke? Ismene.
And surely you know this, too— Antigone
What more would you tell me? Ismene
That he perished without a tomb, apart from everyone. Antigone
Lead me there, and then kill me, too. Ismene
Unhappy me! Abandoned and helpless,  where am I now to live my wretched life?
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