Some hours later, Creon in the palace was startled by a shout, "Against your orders Polyneices has been buried."
He hurried out to be confronted with the guards he had
set on the dead body and with Antigone. "This girl buried
him," they cried. "We saw her. A thick dust-storm gave
her chance. When it cleared, the body had been buried
and the girl was making an offering to the dead." "You
knew my edict?" Creon asked. "Yes," Antigone replied.
"And you transgressed the law?" "Your law, but not the
law of Justice who dwells with
the gods," Antigone said.
"The unwritten laws of heaven are not of today nor
yesterday, but from all time."
Ismene weeping came from the palace to stand with her
sister. "I helped do it," she said. But Antigone would not
have that. "She had no share in it," she told Creon. And
she bade her sister say no more. "Your choice was to live,"
she said, "mine to die."
As she wne led away to death she snoke to the
What evidence supports the idea that Antigone
represents a tragic heroine? Check all that apply.
She is similar to Ismene.
She is cast out from society.
She bravely defends her values.
She loves and cares for her father
She breaks rules in the name of good
She sacrifices herself to right a wrong.

put the trash into the back of the truck and drive the truck to the back. then you must unload the truck.

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.