Creon: You alone out of all these Thebans see it that way.
Antigone: They do, too, but for you they hold their tongues.
Creon: Are you not ashamed that your beliefs differ from theirs?
Antigone: No, there is nothing shameful in respecting your own flesh and blood.
Creon: Was not he your brother too, who died in the opposite cause?
Antigone: A brother by the same mother and the same father.
Creon: Why, then, do you pay a service that is disrespectful to him?
Antigone: The dead man will not support you in that.
Creon: Yes, he will, if you honor him equally with the wicked one.
Antigone: It was his brother, not his slave, who died.
Creon: But he died ravaging this land, while he fell in its defense.
Antigone: Hades craves these rites, nevertheless.
Creon: But the good man craves a portion not equal to the evil’s.
Antigone: Who knows but that these actions are pure to those below?
Creon: You do not love someone you have hated, not even after death.
The quote: Antigone: It is not my nature to join in hate, but in love.
Creon: Then, go down to hell and love them if you must. While I live, no woman will rule me.
Enter Ismene from the house, led in by two attendants.
Chorus: Look, here comes Ismene from the palace, shedding the tears of a loving sister. A cloud over her eyes mars her red-flushed face, and it breaks into rain on her comely cheek.
Creon: You who were lurking like a viper in my own house and secretly gulping up my life’s blood, while I was oblivious that I was nurturing two plagues, two revolutions against my throne—tell me now, will you also affirm your share in this burial, or will you forswear all knowledge of it?