Seest, too, me—my children's murderer!
These give thou to the tomb, and deck the dead,
Doing them honor with thy tears—since me
Law does not sanction! Propping on her breast,
And giving them into their mother's arms,
—Reinstitute the sad community
Which I, unhappy, brought to nothingness—
Not by my will! And, when earth hides the dead,
Live in this city!—sad, but, all the same,
Force thy soul to bear woe along with me!