nec noscere natos alloquiumque aptare licet; dic, virgo, precanti, quem teneo? quo nunc vestras ego saevus honore prosequar inferias? o si fodienda redirent lumina et in vultus saevire ex more potestas! heu dolor, heu iusto magis exaudita parentis vota malaeque preces! quisnam fuit ille deorum qui stetit orantem iuxta praereptaque verba dictavit Fatis? furor illa et movit Erinys et pater et genetrix et regna oculique cadentes; nil ego: per Ditem iuro dulcesque tenebras immeritamque ducem, subeam sic Tartara digna morte, nec irata fugiat me Laius umbra.
I cannot even know my sons and fit my words. Girl, tell me as I beg, which am I holding? With what respect can your cruel father now escort your funeral? Ah, would that my eyes could return to me to gouge and the power to rage against my face as of old! Ah grief and parental vows heard too well and evil prayers! Which of the gods stood beside me as I prayed and caught my words to tell to the Fates? Twas madness that caused it and a Fury and my father and mother and throne and falling eyes'I had no part in it. I swear it by Dis and the darkness I love and my blameless guide, so let me enter Tartarus by a worthy death, so let not Laius shun me with angry shade!
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