quo tenditis iras, a, miseri? quid si peteretur crimine tanto limes uterque poli, quem Sol emissus Eoo cardine, quem porta vergens prospectat Hibera, quasque procul terras obliquo sidere tangit avius aut Borea gelidas madidive tepentes igne Noti? quid si Phrygiae Tyriaeque sub unum convectentur opes? loca dira arcesque nefandae suffecere odio, furiisque immanibus emptum Oedipodae sedisse loco.
Alas you wretches, to what end do you stretch your wrath?  What if by such crime you sought both of heavens boundaries, that to which the Sun looks when he is sent forth from the eastern hinge and that to which he gazes as he sinks from his Iberian gate, and those lands he touches from afar with slanting ray, lands the North Wind chills or the moist South warms with his heat? What if the riches of Phrygia and Tyre be brought together in one? A place of terror, a citadel accursed, sufficed your hate, monstrous madness did it cost to sit where Oedipus had sat.
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