← And the three red-faced men playing cards with their caps pushed back, they're the guards. 🔊✎
← Enter Antigone, pushed along by the guards. ✎
← The chorus disappears, while the guards push Antigone onto the stage. ✎
← At least the animals are simple and kind and tough. They move forward bravely on the same road, each one pushing the one in front. If one of them drops dead, the others go on, and it doesn't matter how many die, there's always one of each species left to make more and carry on down the same road, just as they always have. 🔊✎
← Antigone enters, pushed by the guards who brace themselves against the door. Behind it, we sense the howling mob. ✎
← They've sat down on a bench, they've got a bottle of wine with them, they've pushed back their caps and they've started a card game. ✎