extremas sed quis deus egit in iras? nil vestrae valuere preces? tibine iste negavit oranti? causas ac tristia reddere fata coeperat Antigone; fidus comes admonet ambas: heia agite inceptum potius! iam sidera pallent vicino turbata die; perferte laborem, tempus erit lacrimis, accenso flebitis igne.
But what god drove him to angers extremity? Were his familys prayers of no avail? Did he deny you when you begged? Antigone began to relate reasons and sad Fates, but her trusty companion admonished them both: Come, better get on with what you have in hand. Already the stars grow pale, troubled by the approaching day. Finish your task. There will be time for tears, you shall weep when the pyre is kindled.
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