ISMENE.
Why taunt me? Find’st thou pleasure in these gibes?
ANTIGONE.
’Tis a sad mockery, if indeed I mock.
ISMENE.
O say if I can help thee even now.
ANTIGONE.
No, save thyself; I grudge not thy escape.
ISMENE.
Is e’en this boon denied, to share thy lot?
ANTIGONE.
Yea, for thou chosed’st life, and I to die.
ISMENE.
Thou canst not say that I did not protest.
ANTIGONE.
Well, some approved thy wisdom, others mine.
ISMENE.
But now we stand convicted, both alike.
ANTIGONE.
Fear not; thou livest, I died long ago
Then when I gave my life to save the dead.