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(Counter-turn B.) Cho. Be not alarmed, dears. Ant.
But whither must I fy?
Deny me not your guess.
Put the thought behind you !
Whiles ago ye donned that!
Hope—is any hope yet, whither
Duet in Marching Measure. THESEUS and
With our eyes
The. Cease the lament: 'tis a time not for mourn
Joint-stored. (85) 'Tis a sin to be yearning.
is it? Ant. Grave of our sire we're fain to revisit:
Oath, son of Zeus, a God all-surveying.
Makes us accept such consummation.
Threaten our kin there.
Further your cause, and the cause, my daughter, Of the one 'neath th' earth, newly within
Nay, but enough of your dirges so tearful :
Time to be cheerful !
SCENE.—Before the gates of the Palace at Thebes. Time :
Know you in all our sire's entail of pain
lot and mine the like I've seen !
No news, welcome or painful, 's come to me
Blessing or tribulation, than before.
To speak where you may hear unoverheard.
Ant. Yes ! Burial! Creon has advanced one brother
Of yours and mine, to disappoint the other :
They say so runs it, mark you—nay, let me
To unravel or to knit can I provide ? Ant. Think :—if you'll follow me to do and dare ! Ism. What sort of venture? Stands your purpose
Our sire fell,(88) execrated and defamed,