sed miserae mihi nec punire potestas sic meritam! quid dona, duces, quid inania fertis iusta rogis? illam (nil poscunt amplius umbrae), illam, oro, cineri simul excisaeque parenti reddite, quaeso, duces, per ego haec primordia belli, cui peperi; sic aequa gemant mihi funera matres Ogygiae.
But woe is me! I do not even have the power to punish her as she deserves. Captains, why do you bring gifts to the pyre, why these vain rites? Her'the shades demand no more'her, I beg, give back, captains, to the ashes and the parent she has destroyed, I beseech you by these beginnings of war, the war for which I gave birth. So may Ogygian mothers mourn deaths matching mine.
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