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Time, the all-seeing, finds thee out at last,

And passes sentence on the hateful past,

The wedlock none might wed,

Where son and spouse in strange confusion met.

Ah, son of Laios, would I could forget!

In one true word, thy succour gave me breath,

By thee I sleep in death.