Monologue

Antigone Monologue

From Antigone by Sophocles

female · anguished · 55 sec

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O sirs! ye suffered not my father blind, Albeit gracious and to ruth inclined, Knowing the deeds he wrought, not innocent, But with no ill intent; Yet heed a maiden’s moan Who pleads for him alone; My eyes, not reft of sight, Plead with you as a daughter’s might You are our providence, O make us not go hence! O with a gracious nod Grant us the nigh despaired-of boon we crave? Hear us, O hear, But all that ye hold dear, Wife, children, homestead, hearth and God! Where will you find one, search ye ne’er so well. Who ’scapes perdition if a god impel!

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Antigone pleads for mercy on behalf of her father, expressing deep sorrow and desperation as she confronts the harsh realities of their situation.

teens · despair · family · fate · honor · redemption

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