 | Antigone |  |
SCENE THE FIRST.
Antigone, among Guards.Ant.
Let us make better speed; so slow a step
Ill becomes her, who has, at length, just reach'd
The goal so long desired ... Perhaps ye, oh guards,
May feel compassion for my fate? ... Proceed.
Oh terrible death, I look thee in the face,
And yet I tremble not. Not for myself,
But for Argia, am I troubled thus:
Guards! is her fate to any of you known?
Speak, if ye aught can tell? ye all are silent?
Argia! for thy sake alone I weep ...
| Antigone | |