tu secreta pyram tecto interiore sub auras erige et arma viri, thalamo quae fixa reliquit impius, exuviasque omnis lectumque iugalem, quo perii, superimponas; abolere nefandi cuncta viri monumenta iuvat, monstratque sacerdos.
Secretly raise up a pyre in the inner court under the sky, and heap up on it the arms that heartless one left hanging in my bower, and all his attire and the bridal bed that was my undoing. I want to destroy all memorials of the abhorred wretch, and the priestess so directs.
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