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“I should have praise and honor for what I have done: All these men here would praise me. Were their lips not frozen shut with fear of you. Ah the good fortune of kings. Licensed to say and do whatever the please." Antigone to Theben's king Creon”

Quote by Sophocles

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Antigone

This renowned work explores themes of justice, morality, and the conflict between individual conscience and the state. It tells the story of Antigone, who defies the king's decree and buries her brother, leading to a series of tragic events. more

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Sophocles
Sophocles

Sophocles, born in 498 BC and died in 406 BC, was a renowned Greek tragic playwright. He is one of the three greatest tragic poets of ancient Greece, alongside Aeschylus and Euripides. Sophocles' works profoundly revealed the complexity of human nature and social contradictions, exerting a profound influence on subsequent drama. more

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