← 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. 🔊✎
← The queen? Where is the queen? 🔊✎
← Not for you, Creon. There is still another thing to come. Eurydice, the queen, your wife... 🔊✎
← The poor of Thebes will be cold this winter, Creon. When she learned of her son's death, the queen put down her needles, calmly and sensibly, after she'd finished her row, just as she'd always done, perhaps a little more calmly than usual. 🔊✎