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Herald.
Not till he peril brought upon this land.
Antigone.
The wrong he bore with wrongs he would requite.
Herald.
Ay, but 'gainst all he wrought instead of one.
Antigone.
Last of the gods is Strife to close dispute.
Yet him I will inter, spare then thy words.
Herald.
But know thou headstrong art, and I forbid.
Chorus.
Woe! Woe! Dire mischiefs, vaunting loud,
House-ruiners, ye Furies dread,
Who from its roots have quenched in doom 1060
The race of Œdipus;—alas!
What must I do? What sorrows bear?
What plan devise? How may I dare
Neither for thee the tear to shed
Nor to escort thee to the tomb?
But from the terrors of the crowd
Trembling, I shrink. Thou wilt obtain
[Addressing the corpse of Eteocles.]
Many to weep thy death,—but he
