People of Thessaly ! Ah, never more justified was the your weeping. Of you not less than of these innocent youths as Menge is father.

I lose the-beloved spouse, and you the beloved king; the our only hope, the our love from us steals this date cruel.

Not I know what first in such serious misfortune to sympathize with I may find pretext for the kingdom, for my self, or for my children. The mercy of the gods alone for us remains to implode to obtain.

I shall be companion on the your prayers, in the your sacrifices.

Before the alter a miserable mother two children unhappy, all a people in weeping I shall present thus.

Perhaps with this spectacle sad, by which sorrowful the feelings, the prayers it’s makes known a kingdom, appeased at last will be of the heaven the indignation.

I not ask eternal gods, all the heaven for me calm, but the my sorrow lay console at least some ray of pity.

Not comprehends the ills like, nor the terror, that me fills the breast one who of a wife the vivid affection one who of a mother the heart not has.

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