iam fixus iugulo culpa te solverat ensis, Eurymedon, inter miserae lamenta senectae, dumque malis turbata parens deceptaque visis quo ruis? huc ferrum, clamat, converte, Lycorma, ecce simul iugulum perfoderat ense Lycormas.
The sword that pierced the throat of Eurymedon, while the poor old mother lamented, had already cleared him of guilta; and while she, distraught with sorrow and mistaking whom she saw, cried out, What mean you, madman? Turn your sword against me, Lycormas, lo! Lycormas had already stabbed himself in the throat.
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