non tamen aut patrio respersus sanguine Pentheus, aut matrem scelerasse toris aut crimine fratres progenuisse reus, lacero tua lustra replevit funere: ubi hi fletus, ubi tunc ars tanta precandi? ast ego non proprio diros impendo dolori Oedipodionidas: rogat hoc tellusque polusque et pietas et laesa fides Naturaque et ipsi Eumenidum mores.
And yet Pentheus, who was not stained with his fathers blood nor guilty of defiling his mothers bed or the crime of begetting brothers, filled your wilds with his lacerated corpse. Where were these tears then, where such elaborate entreaty? But I do not sacrifice the fell sons of Oedipus to my private wrath. Earth and heaven demand it, and piety and violated faith and Nature and the very morals of the Eumenides.
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