Antigone Monologue from Oedipus at Colonus

From Oedipus at Colonus by Sophocles

female · anguished · 59 sec

(Str. 1) Woe, woe! on this sad day We sisters of one blasted stock must bow beneath the shock, Must weep and weep the curse that lay On him our sire, for whom In life, a life-long world of care ’Twas ours to bear, In death must face the gloom That wraps his tomb. What tongue can tell That sight ineffable? (CHORUS: What mean ye, maidens?) All is but surmise. (CHORUS: Is he then gone?) Gone as ye most might wish. Not in battle or sea storm, But reft from sight, By hands invisible borne To viewless fields of night. Ah me! on us too night has come, The night of mourning. Wither roam O’er land or sea in our distress Eating the bread of bitterness?

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