"Listen, Ismenê: Creon buried our brother Eteoclês With military honors; but Polyneicês, They fought as bravely and died as miserably,-- They say that Creon has sworn No one shall bury him, no one mourn for him, "
Antigone, you are mad! What could I possibly do?
You must decide whether you will help me or not. I intend to bury him: and nobody , not even Creon, can stand in my way.
Bury him! You have just said the new law forbids it.... no one must hear of this, you must tell no one! I will keep it a secret, I promise!
Oh tell it! Tell everyone Think how they’ll hate you when it all comes out If they learn that you knew about it all the time!
Go then, if you feel that you must. You are unwise, But a loyal friend indeed to those who love you.
Go away, Ismene: I shall be hating you soon, and the dead will too.