Chorus: Look, Ismene’s coming, weeping a sister’s tears, loving sister, under a cloud...her face is flushed, her cheeks streaming. Sorrow puts her lovely radiance in the dark.
Creon: You- in my own house, you viper, slinking undetected, sucking my life-blood! I never knew I was breeding twin distasters, the two of you rising up against my throne. Come, tell me, will you confess to your part in the crime or not? Answer me. Swear to me.
Ismene: I did it, yes- if only she consents- I share the guilt, the consequences too. Antigone: No, justice will never suffer that- not you, you were unwilling. I never brought you in.
Ismene: But now you face such dangers... I’m not ashamed to make your troubles mine. Antigone: who did the work? Let the dead and the god of death bear witness! Ismene: oh no, my sister, don’t reject me, please, let me be beside you, consecrating the dead together.
Antigone: never share my dying, my death will be enough. Ismene: what do I care for life, cut off from you? Antigone: ask Creon. Your concern is all for him. Ismene: why abuse me so? It doesn’t help you now.
Antigone: you’re right- if I mock you, I get no pleasure from it, only pain Ismene: tell me dear one, what can I do to help? Antigone: save yourself. Ismene: oh no, no denied my portion in your death?