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Antigone Monologue

Antigone laments her fate of being sentenced to death for burying her brother Polyneices against King Creon's orders. She acknowledges that while she honored her brother by burying him, Creon deemed this act as an error and outrage. Now as a prisoner, Antigone will be denied marriage, children, and a proper burial, going to her death alone without allies or understanding of what law of the gods she has broken through her pious actions.

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Antigone Monologue

Antigone laments her fate of being sentenced to death for burying her brother Polyneices against King Creon's orders. She acknowledges that while she honored her brother by burying him, Creon deemed this act as an error and outrage. Now as a prisoner, Antigone will be denied marriage, children, and a proper burial, going to her death alone without allies or understanding of what law of the gods she has broken through her pious actions.

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Antigone By Sophocles

ANTIGONE: Tomb, bridal chamber, eternal prison in the caverned rock, whither I
go to nd mine own, those many who have perished, and whom Persephone hath
received among the dead! Last of all shall I pass thither, and far most miserably of all,
before the term of my life is spent. But I cherish good hope that my coming will be
welcome to my father, and pleasant to thee, my mother, and welcome, brother, to
thee; for, when you died, with mine own hands I washed and dressed you, and poured
drink-offerings at your graves; and now, Plyneices, 'tis for tending thy corpse that I
win such recompense as this. And yet I honoured thee, as the wise will deem, rightly.
Never had I been a mother of children, or if a husband had been mouldering in death,
would I have taken this task upon me in the city's despite. What law, ye ask, is my
warrant for that word? The husband lost, another might have been found, and child
from another, to replace the rst-born; but, father and mother hidden with Hades, no
brother's life could ever bloom for me again. Such was the law whereby I held thee
rst in honour; but Creon deemed me guilty of error therein, and of outrage, ah
brother mine! And now he leads me thus, a captive in his hands; no bridal bed, no
bridal song hath been mine, no joy of marriage, no portion in the nurture of children;
but thus, forlorn of friends, unhappy one, I go living to the vaults of death. And what
law of Heaven have I transgressed? Why, hapless one, should I look to the gods any
more--what ally should I invoke--when by piety I have earned the name of impious?
Nay, then, if these things are pleasing to the gods, when I have suffered my doom, I
shall come to know my sin; but if the sin is with my judges, I could wish them no
fuller measure of evil than they, on their part, mete wrongfully to me.

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