ANTIGONE.
The dead man will not bear thee out in this.
CREON.
Surely, if good and evil fare alive.
ANTIGONE.
The slain man was no villain but a brother.
CREON.
The patriot perished by the outlaw’s brand.
ANTIGONE.
Nathless the realms below these rites require.
CREON.
Not that the base should fare as do the brave.
ANTIGONE.
Who knows if this world’s crimes are virtues there?
CREON.
Not even death can make a foe a friend.
ANTIGONE.
My nature is for mutual love, not hate.
CREON.
Die then, and love the dead if thou must;
No woman shall be the master while I live.
[Enter ISMENE]