Creon
[1284]
O harbor of Hades, hard to purify!
[1285]
Why, why do you ruin me? Herald of evil, of grief, what word do you say? Ah, you have done in a dead man anew! What are you saying, boy? What is this you report to me
[1290]
God no!—what new slaughter, my wife's doom, is heaped upon this ruin?