Dicenti maduere genae, vultumque per omnem pallor iit, vocisque repens singultus apertum intercepit iter; refovet frigentis amicum pectus alumna senis; redit atque exile profatur: o mihi sollicitum decus ac suprema voluptas, Antigone! seras tibi demoror improbus umbras, fors eadem scelera et caedes visurus avitas, donec te thalamis habilem integramque resignem:.
As he spoke his cheeks grew moist and a pallor went through all his face, a sudden sobbing interrupted the passage of his voice. His nursling revives the chilled ancients loving heart. He returns and weakly speaks: Antigone, my anxious pride and last pleasure, all too long do I delay for your sake my belated end (perhaps to see the same crimes and ancestral deeds of blood), waiting to give you up ready for wedlock and unharmed.
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