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Thyestes

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To arrange a feast like this unknown to me,

And with their mother's aid attack my sons,
And with a like destruction lay them low.
But this one thing opposed—thou thought'st them thine.
Thyestes: The gods will grant me vengeance. Unto them 1110
Do I intrust thy fitting penalty.
Atreus: ⁠And to thy sons do I deliver thee.

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