Stasimon 7
Antigone
My heart is mad with wailing.
Ismene
My heart groans within me.
Antigone
Ah, the grief, brother all-lamentable.
Ismene
And you also, brother all-wretched.
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Antigone
You perished at the hands of your nearest and dearest.
Ismene
And you killed your nearest and dearest.
Antigone
Twofold to tell of—
Ismene
Twofold to look upon—
Antigone
Are these sorrows so close to those.
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Ismene
Fraternal sorrows stand close by fraternal sorrows.
Chorus
O Fate, giver of grievous troubles, and awful shade of Oedipus, black Erinys, you are indeed a mighty force.
Antigone
Sorrows hard to behold—
Ismene
He showed me when he returned from exile.
Antigone
But he made no return after he had killed.
Ismene
He was saved, but lost his life.
Antigone
He lost it, all too truly.
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