Iam gelidam Phoeben et caligantia primus hauserat astra dies, cum iam tumet igne futuro Oceanus lateque novo Titane reclusum aequor anhelantum radiis subsidit equorum: ecce truces oculos sordentibus obsita canis exsangues Iocasta genas et bracchia planctu nigra ferens ramumque oleae cum velleris atri nexibus, Eumenidum velut antiquissima, portis egreditur magna cum maiestate malorum.
Now dawn had swallowed chill Phoebe and the glooming stars. Ocean now swells with coming fire and the wide waters opened up by the new Titan subside with the rays of his panting steeds. See, Jocasta goes forth from the gates in all the majesty of her sorrows. Her fierce eyes are covered with unkempt white hair, her cheeks bloodless, her arms dark with beating. She carries an olive branch with twines of black wool like the eldest of the Furies.
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