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You are all suffering, yet my pain Is greater, and I suffer the most of all. Sorrow touches each of you individually, But I grieve at once both for myself And for the general commonwealth.
Armed with his blazing torch the God of Plague Has swooped down upon us, emptying The city of Cadmus, and the murky realm of Hades is fed full with groans and tear.
Is that so? Then I charge you to submit To your own proclamation; from this day Speak not to these or me. You are the man, The accursed polluter of this land
If you think a kinsman may be wronged, And no pains follow, you have much to learn.
You're right about that, but this crime That you allege me - tell me what it is.
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