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To Dishonour Another Is To Doom Yourself Messenger ...I followed your husband to the plain's far edge, Where Polyneices' corpse was lying still Unpitied. The dogs had torn him all apart. We prayed the goddess of all journeyings, and Pluto, that they turn their wrath to kindness, We gave the final purifying bath, Then burned the poor remains on new-cut boughs, And heaped a high mound of his native earth. Then turned we to the maiden's rocky bed, Death's hollow marriage-chamber. But, still far off, one of us heard a voice In keen lament by that unblest abode. He ran and told the master. As Creon came He heard confusion crying. He groaned and spoke: "Am I a prophet now, and do I tread the saddest of all roads I ever trod? My son's voice crying! Servants, run up close, Stand by the tomb and look, push through the crevice Where we built the pile of rock, right to the entry. Find out if that is Haemon's voice I hear Or...

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