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Yea, hence thy sister parted long agone:

And that death-struggle, Kreon, now, meseems,

Is ended 'twixt the sons of Oedipus.

Ah me! a token yonder do I see,

The joyless eye and face of one who comes

A messenger, to tell whate'er is done.

Enter Messenger.

Woe is me! what story can I tell, or utter forth what wail?

Ah, undone! With no fair-seeming prelude thou beginn'st thy tale.

Woe! Again I cry it, for I bring a burden of dismay

Heaped upon calamities already wrought!

What wouldst thou say?

Kreon, those thy sister's sons behold no more the light of day.