nec iam sortitus veteres regnique nocentis periurum diadema peto: quo gaudia tanti empta mihi aut sceptrum quod non tua dextera tradet? ite, viri, solumque fero me linquite fratri: nil opus arma ultra temptare et perdere mortes; ite, precor; quid iam dabitis mihi denique maius? Tydea consumpsi! quanam hoc ego morte piabo? o socer, o Argi et primae bona iurgia noctis alternaeque manus et, longi pignus amoris, ira brevis! non me ense tuo tunc, maxime Tydeu, (et poteras) nostri mactatum in limine Adrasti! quin etiam Thebas me propter et impia fratris tecta libens, unde haud alius remeasset, adisti, ceu tibimet sceptra et proprios laturus honores.
Alas! I no longer seek the old lottery and the perjured crown of a guilty royalty. What care I for joys so dearly bought or a sceptre that your hand shall not deliver? Go, warriors, and leave me alone to my savage brother. No need to try arms further and waste deaths. Go, I pray. What greater thing are you now to give me? I have expended Tydeus. With what death shall I atone for this? O father-in-law, O Argos, and the healthy brawl of that first night, the blows we traded and the brief anger, pledge of long affection! Why was I not slain then by your sword, great Tydeus, on our father Adrastus threshold'you could have done it. Nay, on my account you went willingly to Thebes and my brothers impious dwelling, whence no other would have returned, as though to win the sceptre for yourself and honours of your own.
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