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O marriage, marriage, you have destroyed my house, my city. Alas, my child! Would that my grandson had not cast  upon his children and his house the burden of ill-famed marriage to Hermione, a marriage that was death to you, my son! Rather he should have perished ere then by the lightning-bolt. And how I wish that he had never, mortal that he is, fastened upon Phoebus the god,  because of his archery, the death of his Zeus-descended father!