Eksodos
Theseus
Cease your lament, children! Where the favor of the nether night is stored up, there is no room for sorrow; divine retribution would follow.
Antigone
Son of Aegeus, we supplicate you!
Theseus
To obtain what desire, my children?
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Antigone
We want look with our own eyes upon our father’s tomb.
Theseus
It is not right to go there.
Antigone
What do you mean, lord, ruler of Athens?