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820—837] . Woe is me! . More woeful thou wilt find it soon.

. Thou hast my child? . And will have this one ere long.

. Alas! friends, what will ye do? Will ye forsake me? will ye not drive the godless man from this land?

. Hence, stranger, hence—begone! Unrighteous is thy present deed—unrighteous the deed which thou hast done.

. (to his attendants). 'Twere time for you to lead off yon girl perforce, if she will not go of her free will.

. Wretched that I am! whither shall I fly?—where find help from gods or men?

. (threateningly, to ). What wouldst thou, stranger?

. I will not touch yon man, but her who is mine.

. O, elders of the land! . Stranger,—thy deed is not just.

. 'Tis just. . How just? . I take mine own.

[He lays his hand on Antigone.

. Hear, O Athens!

. What wouldst thou, stranger? Release her! Thy strength, and ours, will soon be proved.

[They approach him with threatening gestures.

. Stand back! . Not from thee, while this is thy purpose.

. Nay, 'twill be war with Thebes for thee, if thou harm me.