scis namque, socer, licet alta recondas vulnera et afflictum generi vereare pudorem: ille ego sum qui te pacem et pia iura regentem (infelix utinamque aliis datus urbibus hospes!) extorrem patria regnoque'sed exige tandem supplicium: fratrem suprema in bella (quid horres? decretum est fixumque) voco; desiste morari, nec poteris.
For you know it, father, though you hide deep the wound and respect your son-in-laws afflicted shame: I am he that, while you ruled in peace and righteousness (an ill-starred guest, would I had been bestowed on other cities!), banished from country and throne  'but at long last exact the punishment: my brother to mortal combat (why do you shudder, tis decreed and fixed) I challenge. Think not to hold me back, nor will it be in your power.
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