Scene 7 Flashcards
Antigone, Ismene, and Creon
Creon: Not even your uncle, the king, can bail you out.
Give me the penalty, too, Uncle. I’m part of this.
Creon: Think, Ismene. Did you help to bury the body?
I did it. Yes. Ask my sister if I did.
Antigone: This has nothing to do with you.
Let me share your punishment, little one.
Antigone: No. Polyneices knows who loves him, and who just talked.
You can’t face death alone.
Antigone: I’m not alone. Listen. The whole family’s cheering me on from the dead land.
Little sister, my only one, I can’t bear to lose you.
Antigone: You’ll bear it.
How? How?
Antigone: And walking out barefoot at midnight to see the old moon cradled in the arms of the new…
Yes, and even at midnight, how the heat of the road rises through the soles of my feet.
Antigone: I choose death. My bags are packed, and I’m on the road.
Turn back, little one. Stay with me.
Creon: They’ve lost their minds.
Suffering will do that to people, Uncle.
Creon: Some people are in love with suffering. But not you, Ismene. Why are you doing this?
She’s my sister.
Antigone: She doesn’t exist.
How can you kill your own son’s bride?
Creon: My son will find a better bride.
But he loves my sister.
Creon: He doesn’t love her. She’s poisoned his mind.
He won’t let her go, Uncle.
