adeo vis nulla dolenti? Mors nusquam saevusque Creon? hortaris euntem, Ornyte! sic dicens magno Megareia praeceps arva rapit passu, demonstrat proxima quisque obvius horrescitque habitus miseramque veretur.
So true is it that violence is nothing to the mourner, that death and cruel Creon do not exist?  You encourage me,  Ornytus, but I go anyway. So saying, she devours the Megarian fields in headlong haste. Each one she meets points out the next stage and shudders at her appearance, respecting her misery.
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