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162 To any God for succour, or to call

On any friend for aid? For holiest deed

I bear this charge of rank unholiness.

If acts like these the Gods on high approve,

We, taught by pain, shall own that we have sinned;

But if these sin, [Looking at ,] I pray they suffer not

Worse evils than the wrongs they do to me.

Chor. Still do the same wild blasts

Vex her who standeth there.

Creon. Therefore shall these her guards

Weep sore for this delay.

Chor. Ah me! this word of thine

Tells of death drawing nigh.

Creon. I cannot bid thee hope

For other end than this.

Antig. Ο citadel of Thebes, my native land,

Ye Gods of ancient days,

I go, and linger not.

Behold me, Ο ye senators of Thebes,

The last, lone scion of the kingly race,

What things I suffer, and from whom they come,

Revering still the laws of reverence.

[Guards lead away.

Chor. So did the form of Danae bear of old,

In brazen palace hid,

To lose the light of heaven,

And in her tomb-like chamber was enclosed:

Yet she, Ο child, was noble in her race,

And well she stored the golden shower of Zeus.