Creon: "No one shall bury him, no one mourn for him, but his body must lie in the fields, a sweet treasure for carrion birds to find as they search for food. That is what they say, and our good Creon is coming here to announce it publicly; and the penalty-Stoning to death in the public square!"
Creon: "And you, Antigone, You with your head hanging-do you confess this thing?" Antigone: "I do, I deny nothing."
Creon: "You'll never marry her while she lives." Haemon: "Then she must die. But her death will cause another."
Teiresias: "You have kept from the gods below the child is theirs: The one in a grave before her death, the other Dead, denied the grave. This is your crime: And the Furies and the dark gods of hell Are swift with terrible punishment for you.
Creon: "Haemon my son, so young, so young to die, I was the fool, not you; and you died for me."