horruit Argia, dextramque ad moenia tendens: urbs optata prius, nunc tecta hostilia, Thebae, et tamen, illaesas si reddis coniugis umbras, sic quoque dulce solum, cernis quo praedita cultu, qua stipata manu, iuxta tua limina primum Oedipodis magni venio nurus? improba non sunt vota: rogos hospes planctumque et funera posco.
Argia shuddered, and stretching her right hand toward the walls: City of Thebes, once my desire, now enemy abode, and yet, if you return my husbands shade unharmed, soil dear to me even so, do you see what pomp attends me, what company surrounds me, as for the first time I come near your gates, I, daughter-in-law of great Oedipus? My prayer is not inordinate. A stranger, I ask a pyre, a lament, a corpse.
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