DAVID RUSH
Writer
Creon confronts Antigone about her disobedience to his edict about burying her brother.
CREON
Child. Child. What were you thinking?
ANTIGONE
That ought to be clear.
CREON
Didn’t you hear the edict? Didn’t you know what would happen?
ANTIGONE
Of course I knew. Didn’t you?
CREON
Then what? Did you think you were untouchable, that your royal blood would save you?
ANTIGONE
It was not my safety that concerned me.
CREON
And how am I supposed to deal with you now?
ANTIGONE
The proclamation is clear. Haven’t you heard it?
CREON
Am I to have your blood on my hands?
ANTIGONE
Does that frighten you?
CREON
I can’t withdraw the edict, you know. My hands are tied.
ANTIGONE
I didn’t come here expecting mercy.
CREON
What did you expect? Praise?
ANTIGONE
Not from you, certainly.
CREON
You think I’m evil then? You don’t understand. The city is restless. The people are frightened. They’ve been without leadership since your father’s disaster and they demand peace. I have to stamp out anything that threatens them.
ANTIGONE
One burial of one poor soldier? That threatens them?
CREON
My weakness threatens them. I can’t expect you to understand that. You have a woman’s softness, you can never think clearly when death is involved.
ANTIGONE
Is that what rankles? That a woman has defied you?
CREON
That anybody defies me when there’s danger. Child, be reasonable. Look at my side.
ANTIGONE
You talk reason while buzzards devour my brother.
CREON
That has nothing to do with it.
ANTIGONE
It has everything to do with it!
CREON
You’re letting your emotions get the better of you.
ANTIGONE
Do you mean love for a brother? Respect for his death? These are now sins?