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But these the fair chance of war brought to their death. Whereas (oh shame!) you, my son, lie a royal sacrifice, ay, a sacrifice, like a dumb beast of the flock (woe is me!), sprinkled with the altars first-fruits in an unholy rite and ordered to die. And shall this man delay longer, shall he not now at least, summoned by opposing Mars, stand fast? Or does unclean  Tiresias order another to go to battle and again weave oracles for my groaning? For why, alas, is Haemon left me, he alone? Tell him to go, and do you sit and watch from this high tower. Why this fierce rage, why do you look back to your troop of lackeys? They would have you go and pay the penalty, they. Even your mother, even your sisters hate you.
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