blood of my blood; remastered
We have to bury our brother. Et tu, Ismene?
The king has a sword at our necks.
He doesnāt deserve this wandering.
The king has a sword at our necks.
He doesnāt deserve this disrespect.
Antigone, listen. The king has a sword at our necks.
So wrench it from his hands and stab him. We have to bury our brother.
Heād kill me before my hands touched the hilt.
We are not weak. We are the daughters of a bloody tragedy given legs, we are not weak.
You think Iām not? The burial rites must be done anyways.
He wouldnāt want you to die for him.
We both know thatās a lie.
Well, I donāt want you to die for him. Canāt that be enough?
I donāt want our uncle to control us. Here we are. We donāt deserve this, Ismene. We donāt deserve the life Uncle has cornered us into.
Just because we are not evil doesnāt mean we are good.Ā
We donāt have to repent for our fatherās sins.
Is that what you think this is? I am repenting for nothing, sister. I am saving a brother who doesnāt deserve to wander forever.Ā
You talk like you wish to die.
Oh, not you too! Start your tale, sister- Oh, crazy Antigone, suicidal Antigone, she needs to be locked up, doesnāt she? For her own good!
Please donāt lecture me for caring, sister.
Youāre right. Iām sorry. Itās only that- thatās how they shut us up, you know? Tell a few busy bodies weāre insane, stick us in an institution, and let us become someone elseās problem. Your words hold no weight anymore, when people call you crazy. Iām nothing without my words, sister.
Thatās not true. You have your hands.
Iām no revolutionary, dear. No wordsmith, not like you. You might be nothing without your hands and words, but I already am nothing at all.
Itās my job to be macabre, not yours. It doesnāt suit you.
Blood of my blood, and all that.
You donāt have to do anything, dearest.
I do. You know I do. I have to do this right. I am holding the Gods over the king.
And holding your own life under a corpse.
Ismene, I donāt want to die alone.
Oh, sister. My sister. This is a key difference between you and I- you donāt want to die alone, I just donāt want to die.
He doesnāt deserve this.
(ISMENE turns to face the audience.) This is how the scene ends. Ismene, alone. Her father is her brother, and he is dead. That might be a good thing. Sheās not sure yet. Her brothers, twin dying stars, flashy eyes, are dead. Her sister is marching to the gallows with a song in her heart and dirt under her nails. Ismene should follow. Ismene does not follow. This is the problem with Ismene- she is not nearly stubborn enough for her familyās name. (ISMENE turns back toward her sister.)
Youāre a coward, Ismene.
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