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| | ANTIGONE by Sophocles, Part 11 (Site not responding. Last check: ) |
 | | What destiny, ah what, can yet await me? I have but now raised my son in my arms,-and there, again, I see a corpse before me! Alas, alas, unhappy mother! |
 | | There, at the altar, self-stabbed with a keen knife, she suffered her darkening eyes to close, when she had wailed for the noble fate of Megareus who died before, and then for his fate who lies there,-and when, with her last breath, she had invoked evil fortunes upon thee, the slayer of thy sons. |
 | | Is there none to strike me to the heart with two-edged sword?-O miserable that I am, and steeped in miserable anguish! |
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