FIRST QUEEN [kneeling stilll We are three queens whose sovereigns fell before The wrath of cruel Creon; who endured 40 The beaks of ravens, talons of the kites, And pecks of crows in the foul fields of Thebes. He will not suffer us to burn their bones, To urn their ashes, nor to take th'offence Of mortal loathsomeness from the blest eye 45 Of holy Phoebus, but infects the winds With stench of our slain lords. 0 pity, Duke! Thou purger of the earth, draw thy feared sword That does good turns to'th' world; give us the bones Of our dead kings that we may chapel them; 50 And of thy boundless
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