CRE. This man, that you may know once for all, shall be unburied.
ANT. I will bury him; even though the city forbid it.
CRE. Thyself then wilt thou at the same time bury near the corse.
ANT. But that is a glorious thing, for two friends to lie near.
CRE. Lay hold of her, and bear her to the house.
ANT. By no means—for I will not let go this body.
CRE. The God has decreed it, O virgin, not as thou wilt.
ANT. And this too is decreed—that the dead be not insulted.
CRE. Around him none shall place the moist dust.
ANT. Nay, by his mother here Jocasta, I entreat thee, Creon.