(Continued at end of play, from Creon’s last line.  Alteration of story:  there is no knowledge yet that Eurydice has killed herself.)

Creon:     Lead me away a wreck, a useless wreck.
I’ll keep out of the way.  I killed them both.
Everything has crumbled.  I feel a huge weight on my head.

Chorus:     Here comes Ismene.
Her beautiful features have been dulled
From grief for her sister.
I fear she may have come to seek revenge on Creon.

Ismene:     Has having enforced your law made you feel better?
Are you happy that you have
Killed my sister and lost your son?
For it was your law that made her die
And your ignorance that has killed your own son.

Creon:     How can you accuse me of this crime?
Do you think me the type of man who would kill his own son?
I did not. I beg of you, forgive me please.
I have lost my dearest son
Of whom I put my heart and soul into raising
And I have put death upon your sister, but I did not kill them…

Ismene:     (to chorus) Is what he says true?
What has happened in my absence?
I assumed that Creon killed my sister
And when in grief Haemon attacked Creon,
Haemon ended up dead.  This is what he pledged to do.
He would kill those who went against him.  And now…

Creon:  Do you not know that I have suffered enough?
Why do you continue to harass me?  I have paid dearly for what I have done.

Ismene:  I do not have pity on one who is evil.

Chorus:  But you are mistaken, for although Creon caused these deaths,
he is not the murderer.

Ismene:  Did he tell you that?  He would do anything to protect himself.

Chorus:  No.  We have heard witnesses tell
That it was Antigone who killed herself.
Then in his anguish, Haemon ended his life with his own sword.

Creon:  Now you see the facts before you.  Forgive me, please.
For your forgiveness is my only salvation form pure and total despair.
I have lost all but my dear wife.  She is the only thing I have left to lose
Besides myself, but the gods will not end my suffering with death.

Ismene:  You will pay for your crimes in life and death.
I must leave…

Chorus:
Off she goes, one with despair
There she goes, thinking?
Thinking of nothing and everything.
Times like this are when
One will think of all that has happened
But block them out
And no longer want to know anything at all.
 

Once again this family has found itself burdened with hardships.
Perhaps a new line of rule is in order…

Creon:  That is what would be best,
But now our gods have cursed me; I will curse them.
By ruling this place I will show them
I am not as weak as they assume me to be.

Chorus:  You yourself said that death would be your relief.
Just moments ago you wanted to be taken away.
We cannot take the risk of vengeful gods releasing their wrath upon us.

Creon:  Don’t you see?  My wife and my kingdom are all I have left.

Chorus:  What about your other relation, Ismene?
She is the next of your bloodline that has not suffered
The worst of these terrible curses.

Creon:  A woman?  You would want a woman to rule before me?
I spit on your insight for you shame yourselves as you shame your country.
Look at her family:  her brothers are dead,
Her father, mother and sister are all dead- she is destined to die soon.
She will join her family in hell
Before she will be allowed to take over the throne.

Chorus:  I thought you learned your lesson,
But it is apparent that you have not.
What will it take for you to learn that your arrogance
And yearning for power brings destruction upon you?

Creon:  Therefore, I must work harder.
The more I keep the kingdom in control,
the better chance I have of enduring.

Chorus:  But you must also think of the people.
Haemon revealed that there are those
Who do not agree with all that you decree.

Creon:  As long as I am in control, the country will be safe and civil.
My laws still stand, and that is the way it must be.
If I cannot obtain absolute forgiveness from Ismene,
Then I must seek it of my wife.

Chorus:
It is said that there are those who can change
And there are those would not
Even if their whole life’s dream has vanished before their eyes.
The one who learns to deal with pain
But not to deal with fire
Will definitely burn themselves-
For fire is desire.

Quiet grief is what is customary,
But the awful silence that penetrates the heavy air
Cannot mean good has come of Creon’s consolations.
Here comes their servant.  I do not like the look on his face.

Servant:  Friends, I have terrible news.
News not fit for those who have already heard of today’s events.
But I must speak, and this must be taken care of,
Or the gods will seek their revenge on us.
As you know, Creon came into his house to console Eurydice, his wife.
I heard a cry and then all was silent.  They are both dead.

Chorus:
Holding each other in their arms
A knife apiece for each
The blood lies intermingled
Who killed who is simply beyond belief
And so ends this legacy of cursed people.
But wait, I’ve forgotten Ismene
The last remaining one
Who has not fallen to the curse
 Of which this all was begun.

Ismene:  I have heard of Creon’s death.
Justice has been done.  But what will happen now?

Chorus:  You are the only one in your family left.

Ismene:  Do you assume me to take the position of ruler?
It has been made clear to me that as a mere woman
I cannot do something so grand.

Chorus:  Those were the thoughts of Creon.
How quickly you forget that his word no longer has meaning.
Being of royal blood, the decision is left up to you.

Ismene:  I will do it; if only to prove that this legacy
Does not always come to an abrupt end.

Chorus:
Out of the dark, we have come
The light that showed the way
An indeterminable legacy
With fate no longer at play
We once had looked with pity
Upon this lonesome kin
But now we simply see the hope
It was the light- just dim.