← And then one night, a ball night when he had danced with no one but Ismene, a night when Ismene had been dazzling in her new gown, he had gone over to find Antigone, who was dreaming in a corner like she is now, her arms around her knees, and he had asked her to be his wife. 🔊✎
← (He holds her in his arms, he smiles, he looks at her.) ✎
← Your arms that are holding me aren't lying? Your strong hands on my back aren't lying to me, and not your smell, and not your warmth, and not that feeling I have when I put my head on your shoulder that I'm here, I'm safe? 🔊✎
← all you need is a little nudge to set it going, anything will do, a glance at a girl you pass in the street who's lifting up her arms as you go by her, a feeling when you wake up in the morning that people aren't really treating you right, one question too many that you ask yourself late at night... 🔊✎
← (He goes up to her and takes her by the arm.) ✎
← Let go of me. You're hurting my arm. 🔊✎
← You're squeezing too hard now. It doesn't hurt any more. It's like I don't have an arm. 🔊✎
← Poor Creon! With my dirty broken nails, and the bruises your guards have left on my arms, and the fear twisting up my stomach, I'm a queen. 🔊✎
← That strength and that courage, that god who lifted me in his arms and saved me from monsters and shadows, was that you? That comforting smell in the evening, under the lamp, when you showed me books in your study, do you think that was you? 🔊✎
← I'm going to tell you, just you. The others don't understand. You're there, the work's in front of you, you can't just fold your arms and do nothing. They say it's a dirty business, but if you didn't do it, who would? 🔊✎