quare impiger alis portantes praecede Notos, Cyllenia proles, ara per liquidum regnisque illapsus opacis dic patruo: superas senior se attollat ad auras Laius, exstinctum nati quem vulnere nondum ulterior Lethes accepit ripa profundi lege Erebi; ferat hic diro mea iussa nepoti: germanum exsilio fretum Argolicisque tumentem hospitiis, quod sponte cupit, procul impius aula arceat, alternum regni infitiatus honorem.
Therefore, my son of Cyllene, stir your wings, speed faster than the winds that bear you, glide through the clear air to the realms of darkness and thus address your uncle: Let old Laius ascend to the upper atmosphere; slain by his sons sword, Lethes bank has not yet received him, according to deep Erebus law.  Let him bear my commands to his fell grandson, whose brother counts on exile and waxes proud with Argive hospitality. Him let the ruler keep far from the palace (as is his own desire), flouting kinship and repudiating the royal dignity alternate.
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