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Rh To arrange a feast like this unknown to me, And with their mother's aid attack my sons, And with a like destruction lay them low. But this one thing opposed—thou thought'st them thine. Thyestes: The gods will grant me vengeance. Unto them Do I intrust thy fitting penalty. Atreus: And to thy sons do I deliver thee.