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Haemon. Then she must die, and, dying, others
slay. 805
Creon. And dost thou dare to come to me with
threats ? Haemon. Is it a threat against vain thoughts to
speak ? Creon. Thou to thy cost shalt teach me wisdom's ways. Thyself in wisdom wanting.
Haemon. I would say
Thou wast unwise, if thou wert not my father. sio
Creon. Thou woman's slave, I say, prate on no
more. Haemon. Wilt thou then speak, and, speaking,
listen not? Creon. Nay, by Olympos ! Thou shalt not go free To flout me with reproaches. Lead her out Whom my soul hates, that she may die forthwith sis Before mine eyes, and near her bridegroom here. Haemon. No ! Think it not ! Near me she shall not die, And thou shalt never see my face alive, That thou mayst storm at those who like to yield.
lExit. Chorus. The man has gone, Ο king, in hasty mood. 820
A mind distressed in youth is hard to bear.
Creon. Let him do what he will, and bear himself As more than man, he shall not save those girls. Chorus. What ! Dost thou mean to slay them
both alike ? Creon. Not her who touched it not ; there thou say'st well. 825
Chorus. AVhat form of death mean'st thou to slay her with ?
