Stabat inops comitum Cocyti in litore maesto Laius, immiti quem iam deus ales Averno reddiderat, dirumque tuens obliqua nepotem (noscit enim vultu) non ille aut sanguinis haustus, cetera ceu plebes, aliumve accedit ad imbrem, immortale odium spirans.
On Cocytus sad shore stood Laius all by himself'the winged god had already returned him to pitiless Avernus'peering sideways at his fell grandson, whose face he recognized. Breathing deathless hate, he does not approach like the rest of the crowd to drink the blood or other pourings,
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