vestrisne Creon dabit aequus honorem luctibus? immites citius Busiridos aras Odrysiique famem stabuli Siculosque licebit exorare deos; rapiet fortasse precantes, si mens nota mihi, nec coniugialia supra funera sed caris longe mactabit ab umbris.
Shall just Creon respect your mourning? Sooner will there be means to appease the merciless altars of Busiris and the hunger of the Odrysian stable and the gods of Sicily.  Perhaps he will seize the suppliants, if I know his mind, and slay you, not above your husbands bodies but far from the beloved shades.
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