tunc exsul subit et clare funesta precatur: di, quos effosso non irritus ore rogavit Oedipodes flammare nefas, non improba posco vota: piabo manus et eodem pectora ferro rescindam, dum me moriens hic sceptra tenentem linquat et hunc secum portet minor umbra dolorem
Then the exile advances and loudly utters a deadly prayer: Gods whom gouged  Oedipus asked not in vain to fan the flame of crime, I make no excessive plea. I shall purify my hands and tear open my breast with the same steel, providing that in death he leaves me holding the sceptre and bears this grief with him, an inferior shade.
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