Antigone: you chose to live, I chose to die. Ismene: not without every kind of caution I could voice Antigone: your wisdom appealed to one world-mine, another Ismene: were both guilty, both condemned to death
Antigone: Live your life. I gave myself to death long ago so I might serve the dead Creon: they’re both mad I tell you. One’s just shown it, the others been that way since she was born Ismene: True my king, the sense we were born with cannot last forever...and the mind begins to go.
Creon: yours did. When you chose to commit your crimes with her. Ismene: How can I live alone without her? Creon: don’t even mention her, she no longer exists Ismene: what? You’d kill your own sons bride?
Creon: absolutely: there are other fields for him to plow. Ismene: but never as true, as close a bond as theirs. creon: a worthless woman for my son? It repels me.
Ismene: dearest Haemon, your father wrongs you so! creon: enough, you and your talk of marriage! ismene: you’re really going to rob your son of Antigone?
Creon: death will do it for me- break their marriage off Leader: so it’s settled, Antigone must die? creon: settled, yes- we both know that.