Creon Monologue from Oedipus at Colonus

From Oedipus at Colonus by Sophocles

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Let him go vent his fury like a fiend: These sisters twain he shall not save from death. (CHORUS: Surely, thou meanest not to slay them both?) I stand corrected; only her who touched The body. (CHORUS: And what death is she to die?) She shall be taken to some desert place By man untrod, and in a rock-hewn cave, With food no more than to avoid the taint That homicide might bring on all the State, Buried alive. There let her call in aid The King of Death, the one god she reveres, Or learn too late a lesson learnt at last: ’Tis labor lost, to reverence the dead.

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