CHORUS.
Look for thyself. She lies for all to view.
CREON.
(Ant. 2)
Alas! another added woe I see.
What more remains to crown my agony?
A minute past I clasped a lifeless son,
And now another victim Death hath won.
Unhappy mother, most unhappy son!
SECOND MESSENGER.
Beside the altar on a keen-edged sword
She fell and closed her eyes in night, but erst
She mourned for Megareus who nobly died
Long since, then for her son; with her last breath
She cursed thee, the slayer of her child.
CREON.
(Str. 3)
I shudder with affright
O for a two-edged sword to slay outright
A wretch like me,
Made one with misery.
SECOND MESSENGER.
’Tis true that thou wert charged by the dead Queen
As author of both deaths, hers and her son’s.
CREON.
In what wise was her self-destruction wrought?
SECOND MESSENGER.
Hearing the loud lament above her son
With her own hand she stabbed herself to the heart.
CREON.
(Str. 4)
I am the guilty cause. I did the deed,
Thy murderer. Yea, I guilty plead.
My henchmen, lead me hence, away, away,
A cipher, less than nothing; no delay!
CHORUS.
Well said, if in disaster aught is well
His past endure demand the speediest cure.
CREON.
(Ant. 3)
Come, Fate, a friend at need,
Come with all speed!
Come, my best friend,
And speed my end!
Away, away!
Let me not look upon another day!