Creon
Ah, misery! [1295] There I see a new, a second evil! What destiny, ah, what, can still await me? I have just now taken my son in my arms, and now I see another corpse before me! [1300] Oh, tormented mother! Oh, my son! Messenger
[1301] By the altar, with a sharp-whetted sword, she struck until her eyes went slack and dark. Before that she bewailed the noble fate of Megareus who died earlier, and then the fate of this boy, and also, with her last breath, [1305] she called down evil fortune upon you, the slayer of her sons.
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