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Polyneices Monologue from Antigone

From Antigone by Sophocles

male · anguished · 52 sec

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Woe worth my journey and my baffled hopes! Woe worth my comrades! What a desperate end To that glad march from Argos! Woe is me! I dare not whisper it to my allies Or turn them back, but mute must meet my doom. My sisters, ye his daughters, ye have heard The prayers of our stern father, if his curse Should come to pass and ye some day return To Thebes, O then disown me not, I pray, But grant me burial and due funeral rites. So shall the praise your filial care now wins Be doubled for the service wrought for me.

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Polyneices expresses his deep sorrow and desperation as he contemplates his fate and the need for burial rites, reflecting on his family's legacy and the weight of his father's curse.

20s · despair · death · family · honor · fate

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