ABSTRACT
ANTIGONE: There is no shame in honouring my brother. CREON: Was not his enemy, who died with him, your brother? ANTIGONE: Yes, both were brothers, both of the same parents. CREON: You honour one, and so insult the other. ANTIGONE: He that is dead will not accuse me of that. CREON: He will, if you honour him no more than a traitor. ANTIGONE: It was not a slave, but his brother, that died with him. CREON: Attacking his country, while the other defended it. ANTIGONE: Even so, we have a duty to the dead. CREON: Not to give equal honour to good and bad. ANTIGONE: Who knows? In the country of the dead that may be the law. CREON: An enemy can’t be a friend, even when dead. ANTIGONE: My way is to share my love, not share my hate. CREON: Go then, and share your love among the dead. We’ll have no woman’s
law here, while I live.1
