Smeared with my father's blood, and there received
The wages of my crime—a greater crime.
My father's murder was a trivial thing;270
But, that my sum of crime might be complete,
My mother, to my marriage chamber led,
Conceived—Oh, how could nature e'er endure
A greater crime? And yet, if aught remains,
I have begotten children vile enough
To do this also. I have cast away
The scepter which I won by parricide,275