HAEMON. For thee and me, and for the gods below. CREON. This maid shall never be thy living bride. HAEMON. Then will she die, and will not die alone. CREON. Hast thou the effrontery thus to threaten me? HAEMON. To gainsay folly, call'st thou that a threat? CREON. Thou'lt rue thy preaching, void thyself of sense. HAEMON. I'd say thou dotest, wert thou not my sire. CREON. Slave of a woman, do not gird at me! HAEMON. Wouldst thou have all the talking to thyself? CREON. Indeed! By heaven above, thou shalt repent! Thus censuring first and then reviling me. Bring out that hateful thing that she may die Forthwith, and here before her lover's eyes. HAEMON. Never before my eyes, believe it not; A witness of her death I will not be, Nor shalt thou look upon my face again. Rave at the friends who will thy raving brook. (_Exit_ HAEMON.) CHORUS. O Prince, the youth has rushed away in wrath, And at his years anguish is violent. CREON. Let him go vent his overweening pride; These maidens twain shall not escape from death. CHORUS. What? Is it thy resolve that both shall die? CREON. Not she that took no part. Thou hast well said. CHORUS. What is to be the manner of her death? CREON. I will convey her to a lonely place, And shut her in a rock-hewn prison-house, With food sufficient, for religion's sake, Whereby we from pollution save the State. There unto Hades, her sole deity, Pattering her prayers, she will drive death away, Or at the last be taught how vain it is To spend devotion on the shades below. * * * * * _THE POWER OF LOVE._ LINES 781-800. CHORUS. Unconquered love, against whose might Wealth's golden mansion hath no ward, That in the maiden's dimpled cheek by night Keepest thy guard; The ocean wave to bear thy tread is taught; The rural homestead, gods, and men are brought Alike thy power to own; who feels it is distraught. 'Tis thou that upright hearts and pure dost lead From virtue's ways to ways of sin. 'Tis thou whose influence in our Thebes does breed Strife among kin. O'er all prevails the charm of beauty's eyes, Charm that with Law Supreme in empire vies, For Aphrodite's power all rebel force defies. * * * * * _ANTIGONE IS SENT TO HER DEATH._ LINES 882-928. CREON. Be sure, of wails and dirges before death, If leave were given, we ne'er should have an end. Lead her away and in the rocky vault Forthwith immure her, as my order was. There leave her by herself, either to die, Or linger on in that sepulchral cell. We of this maiden's blood are clear, and yet She will no longer dwell with those above. ANTIGONE.