ISMENE.
Yet would I not refuse mid thy distress,
Sister, to sail in the same barque with thee.
ANTIGONE.
Whose was the deed, the dead and Hades know.
I love not one whose friendship ends in words.
ISMENE.
Sister, deny me not the privilege
Of sharing both thy piety and death.
ANTIGONE.
Share not my death, nor claim the work in which
Thou hadst no hand; that I die is enough.
ISMENE.
What can life be to me, bereft of thee?