Antigone’s brother is being left to rot on the hill as an example to the town of what happens to those who disobey the leader, Creon. But Antigone will stop at nothing to challenge Creon’s decision and give her brother a proper burial.

I do know what I am talking about! It is you who have lost your way and don’t
know what to say. I am too far away from you now, talking to you from a kingdom you can’t get into, with your quick tongue and your hollow heart. [Laughs.] I laugh, Creon, because I see suddenly what a transparent hypocrite you are. Creon, the family man! Creon, the contented sitter on benches, in the evening, in his garden! Creon, desecrating the dead while he tries to fob me off with platitudes about happiness!
I spit on your happiness! I spit on your idea of life – that life that must go on, come what may. You are all like dogs that lick everything they smell. You with your promise of a humdrum happiness – provided a person doesn’t ask too much of life. I want everything of life, I do; and I want it now! I want it total, complete: otherwise I reject it! If life must be a thing of fear and lying and compromise; if life cannot be free, gallant, incorruptible-then, Creon, I choose death!