tunc vacuos orbes, crudum ac miserabile vitae supplicium, ostentat caelo manibusque cruentis pulsat inane solum saevaque ita voce precatur: Di, sontes animas angustaque Tartara poenis qui regitis, tuque umbrifero Styx livida fundo, quam video, multumque mihi consueta vocari annue, Tisiphone, perversaque vota secunda: si bene quid merui, si me de matre cadentem fovisti gremio et traiectum vulnere plantas firmasti, si stagna peti Cirrhaea bicorni interfusa iugo, possem cum degere falso contentus Polybo, trifidaeque in Phocidos arto longaevum implicui regem secuique trementis ora senis,.
Then does he show the sky his vacant orbs,  the raw, pitiable punishment of survival, and strike the hollow earth with bleeding hands, and utter this wrathful prayer: Gods that rule guilty souls and Tartarus too small for punishments; and Styx, livid in your shadowed depth, you that I see;  and Tisiphone, on whom I so often call: give me your nod and favour my warped desire. If I have done aught of service, if you cherished me in your lap when I dropped from my mother and strengthened me when they pierced my feet; if I sought Girrhas pool poured out between two mountain peaks  and in quest of father (though I might have lived content with the impostor Polybus) entwined the aged king  in that narrow place of triply sundered Phocis and cut off the trembling old mans head;
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