illius exili stridentem in pectore plagam Ismene collapsa super lacrimisque comisque siccabat plangens: qualis Marathonide silva flebilis Erigone caesi prope funera patris questibus absumptis tristem iam solvere nodum coeperat et fortes ramos moritura legebat.
Ismene collapsed upon the blow that squeaked in her meagre bosom and dried it with tears and hair as she lamented. So sorrowful Erigone weeping in the Marathonian wood beside the body of her slain father, her plaints exhausted, began to untie the sad knot  and choose sturdy branches intent on death.
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