LEADER: But Antigone – what sort of death do you have in mind for her? CREON: I will take her down some wild, desolate path never trod by men, and wall her up alive in a rocky vault, and set out short rations, just the measure piety demands to keep the entire city free of defilement. There let her pray to the one god she worships: Death – who knows? – may just reprieve her from death. Or she may learn at last, better late than never, what a waste of breath it is to worship Death. Exit to the palace.
