dumque modo haec fratrem memorat, nunc illa maritum, mutuaque exorsae Thebas Argosque renarrant, longius Argia miseros reminiscitur actus: per tibi furtivi sacrum commune doloris, per socios manes et conscia sidera iuro: non hic amissos, quamquam vagus exsul, honores, non gentile solum, carae non pectora matris, te cupiit unam noctesque diesque locutus Antigonen; ego cura minor facilisque relinqui.
As one recalls her brother, the other her husband, and each in dialogue tells again of Thebes and Argos, Argia remembers at length the sad story: I swear to you by the sacrament of a privy sorrow, by the dead we share, and the stars that see us: it was not his lost honours, though a wandering exile, that he craved, nor his native soil, nor his dear mothers bosom, but you only; night and day he spoke of Antigone. I meant less to him, easy to leave behind.
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