Women
Remember we are women, we are not born to contend with men.
Joy
no joy or pain has come my way, not since the two of us were robbed of our two brothers,
Bury
You’d bury him when a law forbids the city?
Rash
Oh Antigone, you’re so rash - I’m so afraid for you.
Consequences
I share the guilt, the consequences too.
Cut off
What do I care for life, cut off from you?