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 What light, what radiancy did the sun-god's chariot dart forth, and the moon above the heaven, where they ride through the gloom,  in the day that the city of Argos raised the stately chant of joy at my wedding, in honor of my marriage with Capaneus, alas! of the bronze armor?  Now from my home in frantic haste with frenzied mind I rush to you, seeking to share with you the fire's bright flame and the same tomb, to be rid of my weary life, my suffering, in Hades;  yes, for it is the sweetest death to die with those we love, if only fate will sanction it.