o quanta, Cithaeron, funera sanguineusque vadis, Ismene, rotabis! haec pietas, haec magna fides! nec crimina gentis mira equidem duco: sic primus sanguinis auctor incestique patrum thalami; sed fallit origo: Oedipodis tu solus eras.
What carnage, Cithaeron,  and you, Ismenos, shall you roll in your bloody waters! This is brotherly love, this mighty faith! Nor do I wonder at the crimes of your race. Thus was the first author of your blood, thus the impure wedlock of your fathers. But the source deceives: you alone came of Oedipus.
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