risit vocesque manumque horridus Aegides, ferrataque arbore magnos molitur iactus, nec non prius ore superbo intonat: Argolici, quibus haec datur hostia, manes, pandite Tartareum chaos ultricesque parate Eumenidas, venit ecce Creon! sic fatus, et auras dissipat hasta tremens; tunc, qua subtemine duro multiplicem tenues iterant thoraca catenae, incidit: emicuit per mille foramina sanguis impius; ille oculis extremo errore solutis labitur.
The grim son of Aegeus laughed at voice and hand alike, and prepares a mighty throw with his steel-tipped tree, but first thunders with haughty mouth: Argive ghosts, to whom this victim is offered, open wide the void of Tartarus, make ready avenging Furies, for see, Creon comes! So he spoke, and the quivering shaft cleaves the air, then falls where a repetition of slender chains with their hard weft forms the complex corselet. Impious blood spurts out through a thousand openings and he collapses as his eyes wander in final dissolution.
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