heu ubinam ille frequens modo circa limina matris ambitus orantesque tibi servire Napaeae? cur nunc te, melius saevo mansura profundo, amplexu misero tumulis, Crenaee, reporto non mihi? nec tantae pudet heu miseretque ruinae, dure parens? quae te alta et ineluctabilis imo condidit amne palus, quo nec tam cruda nepotis funera nec nostri valeant perrumpere planctus?.
Alas where is that courtier throng around your mothers threshold, glen maidens begging to be your slaves? Why do I now bring you back in my sad embrace, Crenaeus, I who had better have stayed in the cruel deep, not for me but for the tomb? Harsh father, have you no shame, no pity for such a downfall? What deep, ineluctable swamp in nethermost stream has hidden you, to which neither your grandsons grievous fate nor my laments can break through?
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