antigone-第6章
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That is no city which belongs to one man。
CREON
Is not the city held to be the ruler's？
HAEMON
Thou wouldst make a good monarch of a desert。
CREON
This boy； it seems； is the woman's champion。
HAEMON
If thou art a woman； indeed； my care is for thee。
CREON
Shameless； at open feud with thy father！
HAEMON
Nay； I see thee offending against justice。
CREON
Do I offend； when I respect mine own prerogatives？
HAEMON
Thou dost not respect them； when thou tramplest on the gods'
honours；
CREON
O dastard nature； yielding place to woman！
HAEMON
Thou wilt never find me yield to baseness。
CREON
All thy words； at least； plead for that girl。
HAEMON
And for thee； and for me； and for the gods below。
CREON
Thou canst never marry her； on this side the grave。
HAEMON
Then she must die； and in death destroy another。
CREON
How！ doth thy boldness run to open threats？
HAEMON
What threat is it； to combat vain resolves？
CREON
Thou shalt rue thy witless teaching of wisdom。
HAEMON
Wert thou not my father； I would have called thee unwise。
CREON
Thou woman's slave； use not wheedling speech with me。
HAEMON
Thou wouldest speak； and then hear no reply？
CREON
Sayest thou so？ Now； by the heaven above us…be sure of it…thou
shalt smart for taunting me in this opprobrious strain。 Bring forth
that hated thing； that she may die forthwith in his presence…before
his eyes…at her bridegroom's side！
HAEMON
No； not at my side…never think it…shall she perish； nor shalt thou
ever set eyes more upon my face：…rave； then； with such friends as
can endure thee。
（Exit HAEMON）
LEADER
The man is gone； O king； in angry haste； a youthful mind； when
stung； is fierce。
CREON
Let him do； or dream； more than man…good speed to him！…But he
shall not save these two girls from their doom。
LEADER
Dost thou indeed purpose to slay both？
CREON
Not her whose hands are pure： thou sayest well。
LEADER
And by what doom mean'st thou to slay the other？
CREON
I will take her where the path is loneliest； and hide her； living；
in rocky vault； with so much food set forth as piety prescribes；
that the city may avoid a public stain。 And there； praying to Hades；
the only god whom she worships； perchance she will obtain release from
death； or else will learn； at last； though late； that it is lost
labour to revere the dead。
（CREON goes into the palace。）
CHORUS （singing）
strophe
Love； unconquered in the fight； Love； who makest havoc of
wealth； who keepest thy vigil on the soft cheek of a maiden； thou
roamest over the sea； and among the homes of dwellers in the wilds； no
immortal can escape thee； nor any among men whose life is for a day；
and he to whom thou hast come is mad。
antistrophe
The just themselves have their minds warped by thee to wrong；
for their ruin： 'tis thou that hast stirred up this present strife
of kinsmen； victorious is the love…kindling light from the eyes of the
fair bride； it is a power enthroned in sway beside the eternal laws；
for there the goddess Aphrodite is working her unconquerable will。
（ANTIGONE is led out of the palace by two Of CREON'S attendants who
are about to conduct her to her doom。）
But now I also am carried beyond the bounds of loyalty； and can no
more keep back the streaming tears； when I see Antigone thus passing
to the bridal chamber where all are laid to rest。
（The following lines between ANTIGONE and the CHORUS are chanted
responsively。）
ANTIGONE
strophe 1
See me； citizens of my fatherland； setting forth on my last way；
looking my last on the sunlight that is for me no more； no； Hades
who gives sleep to all leads me living to Acheron's shore； who have
had no portion in the chant that brings the bride； nor hath any song
been mine for the crowning of bridals； whom the lord of the Dark
Lake shall wed。
CHORUS
systema 1
Glorious； therefore； and with praise； thou departest to that
deep place of the dead： wasting sickness hath not smitten thee； thou
hast not found the wages of the sword； no； mistress of thine own fate；
and still alive； thou shalt pass to Hades； as no other of mortal
kind hath passed。
ANTIGONE
antistrophe 1
I have heard in other days how dread a doom befell our Phrygian
guest； the daughter of Tantalus； on the Sipylian heights； I how；
like clinging ivy； the growth of stone subdued her； and the rains fail
not； as men tell； from her wasting form； nor fails the snow； while
beneath her weeping lids the tears bedew her bosom； and most like to
hers is the fate that brings me to my rest。
CHORUS
systema 2
Yet she was a goddess； thou knowest； and born of gods； we are
mortals； and of mortal race。 But 'tis great renown for a woman who
hath perished that she should have shared the doom of the godlike；
in her life； and afterward in death。
ANTIGONE
strophe 2
Ah； I am mocked！ In the name of our fathers' gods； can ye not wait
till I am gone；…must ye taunt me to my face； O my city； and ye； her
wealthy sons？ Ah； fount of Dirce； and thou holy ground of Thebe
whose chariots are many； ye； at least； will bear me witness； in what
sort； unwept of friends； and by what laws I pass to the rock…closed
prison of my strange tomb； ah me unhappy！ who have no home on the
earth or in the shades； no home with the living or with the dead。
CHORUS
strophe 3
Thou hast rushed forward to the utmost verge of daring； and
against that throne where justice sits on high thou hast fallen； my
daughter； with a grievous fall。 But in this ordeal thou art paying；
haply； for thy father's sin。
ANTIGONE
antistrophe 2
Thou hast touched on my bitterest thought；…awaking the ever…new
lament for my sire and for all the doom given to us； the famed house
of Labdacus。 Alas for the horrors of the mother's bed！ alas for the
wretched mother's slumber at the side of her own son；…and my sire！
From what manner of parents did I take my miserable being！ And to them
I go thus； accursed； unwed； to share their home。 Alas； my brother；
ill…starred in thy marriage； in thy death thou hast undone my life！
CHORUS
antistrophe 3
Reverent action claims a certain praise for reverence； but an
offence against power cannot be brooked by him who hath power in his
keeping。 Thy self…willed temper hath wrought thy ruin。
ANTIGONE
epode
Unwept； unfriended； without marriage…song； I am led forth in my
sorrow on this journey that can be delayed no more。 No longer； hapless
one； may I behold yon day…star's sacred eye； but for my fate no tear
is shed； no friend makes moan。
（CREON enters from the palace。）
CREON
Know ye not that songs and wailings before death would never
cease； if it profited to utter them？ Away with her…away！ And when ye
have enclosed her； according to my word； in her vaulted grave； leave
her alone； forlorn…whether she wishes to die
