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ANTIGONE:

Antigone has just been thrown in by one of the guards. She is on the floor, head down, weeping silently. She starts to lift up her head and reacts to the small, dark frame of the cave. and then begins to say....Tomb, bridal chamber, eternal prison in the caverned rock,

by now she is already leaning against the wall of the cave, a lighted part of the cave,
whither I go to find mine own, those many who have perished,

say with a straight forward gaze, as if not thinking
and whom Persephone hath received among the dead!
Think thoughts that bulids up to anger for the people who shut you in there-
Death is near... I have been sent to die, what a useless life i have lived! I havent even lived a full life! They have robbed me of it! I didnt do anything wrong!
Face and body and breathing changes to a more tense and angry one.

Stands up with determination and yells at the cave door...
Last of all shall I pass thither, and far most miserably of all, before the term of my life is spent.
Looks around at the ground, searching for a stone, find a small one and throws it at the door. Then tries to calm herself, deep breaths. Which then chnages to pain, shame and a sense of realization that there is a positive side to all of this.

Still sitting down, huddled up as per before, I wipe away tears, and slowly start to look up, towards the light.
But I cherish good hope that my coming

somewhere here I will stand up and walk towards the light.
will be welcome to my father, and pleasant to thee, my mother, and welcome, brother, to thee;
give a very far off, distant, sad, sorrowfull look as if re collecting the past events.

for, when you died,

bring up hands and then slowly look down at them, all while saying my lines. with mine own hands I washed and dressed you,

slowly go down, untill i am touching the ground lovingly as if my family was buried under.
and poured drink-offerings at your graves;

Anger, starts to try and justify her case.
and now, Plyneices, 'tis for tending thy corpse that I win such recompense as this
point around at the cave as if trying to show Polyneices.

trying to provide proof in the hope that she will be proved innocent.
And yet I honoured thee, as the wise will deem, rightly.

Raise hands to heaven and then clench fists.
Bring fists down to rest on the ground.
Bend head down, close eyes and shake head, release fists.
And yet I honoured thee, as the wise will deem, rightly.

Eyes open. Look around with a lost, thoughtful look. SAD.
Never had I been a mother of children,

Slight questioning and wondering look.
or if a husband had been mouldering in death, would I have taken this task upon me in the city's despite.


What law, ye ask, is my warrant for that word?

Gesture with hands
The husband lost, another might have been found, and child from another, to replace the first-born;

Hands slowly go down
but, father and mother hidden with Hades,

hands hang useless at sides.
no brother's life could ever bloom for me again.
Realize the impact of the fact that he will never come back again, play memories in your head of when you had better days with him.

Such was the law whereby I held thee first in honour;

Building anger, contempt, laugh angrily.
but Creon deemed me guilty of error therein, and of outrage,

ah brother mine!

Raise hands in tied position up to heaven.
And now he leads me thus, a captive in his hands; no bridal bed, no bridal song hath been mine, no joy of marriage, no portion in the nurture of children; but thus, forlorn of friends, unhappy one,

Still angry, trying to calm down
I go living
Comes to realize what she is really going to end up as, dead. Gives the blank, scared of death and sorrowful look.
to the vaults of death.

Desperate question. Crying… look to heaven and cry out.
And what law of Heaven have I transgressed?

Really angry, feels betrayed, demands an answer
Why, hapless one, should I look to the gods any more--what ally should I invoke—

Starts to get more mellow. Cant believe it.
when by piety I have earned the name of impious?

I slowly come to a rational mental condition and after thinking it through, say..
Nay, then, if these things are pleasing to the gods, when I have suffered my doom, I shall come to know my sin; but if the sin is with my judges, I could wish them no fuller measure of evil than they, on their part, mete wrongfully to me.