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As much true wortha and manly virtue lives In noble Aemons breast, he's the true brother Of brave Menaeceus, whose devoted head Saved Thebes from ruin. But I have herd news from the enemies camp, Alls quiet there, and 'tis supposed they mean To fight no more, but secretly dislodge, And fly away by night. O horrid monstrous challenge? Unnatural! Prince Aemon is abroad, and woe is me Gone with too great a confidence I fear Upon my plot, which is defeated quite. The watch is doubled, and more strictly kept Then heretofore, no possibility To lay them all asleep, what he intended To work upon it, is quite frustrate now. O could I meet him but to let him know What has befallen. I'll range these fields to find him. Good my Lord, Take fairer Hope's, and live; cast not away The Kingdoms joy; what cruelty can touch So sweet a virtue as Antigone? Retire with me into yond little house; I'll there bind up your wounds; you bleed too fast, And needs must faint before you reach the walls. The wounds I took are scratches. Delay not Sir. Their goodness will protect them: what other Lady Was that with her? Wandering about the fields to find out you, I met with witches, impious hags, that came As I suppose, for execrable ends There to abuse the bodies of the dead. O partial fates, o too injurious night, Can these escape, when piety must suffer? You shall my Lord. When I have dressed you, I'll to court, and thence Bring you a true and swift intelligence. O black accursed doom; o my sad fate, That must report this news to noble Aemon, And with that breath destroy the best of men. Not dead, my Lord, But lives among the dead. In a tomb, Where never more she shall behold the day Nor Phœbus splendour, by the Kings command, Is fair Antigone enclosed alive— To famish there and die. Fear not my care, my Lord, but let me crave (By your own worth I beg it, and that favour Which you were ever pleased to reflect On my poor services) till I return, Attempt no other course, I will be speedy, And if persuasions of the queen do fail; Wee'll find a way to save the princess life, But 'tis a desperate way, and must be used The last of all. I will outfly the wind. Must I return the Prince this killing news? Your highness pardon, Not for the world would I delay the time— Upon uncertainties; I fear I have Already stayed too long. My quick return Is the only means to keep the prince alive. Please it your highness then when I am gone To move the King, and fear not, gracious madam, The Princes life a while how ere. Yonder's the tomb, my Lord, which though it seem Too hard, and solid for our strength to force, I know a place will open presently. I'll open the tomb Immediately, my Lord. What end of tragedies Can woeful Thebes for ever hope to see After this sorrow. O I more then fear The Princes fury; Most noble prince, Collect that strength of man, which all the world Expects from you, and arm your self to bear With fitting patience this calamity. The passive fortitude is great and noble As is the active. My Lord, I will obey; And thus I take my leave. 'Tis so, Ianthus, Aemon is in love With fair Antigone ; no other passion Could make so fresh a youth and spirit as his To seek such sad retreats; from that dark grove, Which clothes Cythaerens rough and craggy top, Where far from sighed and company of men The woeful Oedipus laments alone His happlesss;e errors fault, unseen by any But good Antigone his pious daughter, How oft of late brave Aemon has been met! What but her love had power to draw him thither?
Plot summary
Plot — Antigone, the Theban Princess
Self-blinded and banished from Thebes, Oedipus wishes only for death. His daughter Antigone temporarily persuades him to give up such thoughts, but it is not long before he is dead. Thebes itself is at war: Eteocles has dishonoured a power-sharing agreement with his brother Polynices, and seven Greek champions have besieged the city in support of the latter’s claim. After sustaining heavy casualties, Polynices proposes settling the case in single combat with Eteocles. Both are killed. The new King, Creon, decrees that no Theban shall bury any enemy soldier, including Polynices. He also places Antigone under house arrest and refuses his son Haemon permission to marry her. In defiance of Creon, Antigone goes to the battlefield in search of Polynices’ body. There she meets his widow, Argia, and together they convey the corpse past the watchmen and give it a funeral. Creon too comes to the battlefield, to consult the witches who are gathering Parts of the dead bodies for magical use. They make a dead body tell his fortune: he will die soon, and disorder will come to Thebes. Antigone and Argia are arrested. Creon holds Argia, a foreign princess, for ransom, but sentences Antigone to be entombed alive and left to starve to death. By threatening to take his own life, Haemon persuades his father to allow her release, but it is too late: she has taken poison to hasten her death. Haemon kills himself. Thebes is attacked by Theseus, who has been summoned by another widow to intervene for the unburied. Argia is released and Creon killed, but Theseus allows him the burial he denied his enemies.