Long, long ago; her thought was of that childBy him begot, the son by whom the sireWas murdered and the mother left to breedWith her own seed, a monstrous progeny.Then she bewailed the marriage bed whereonPoor wretch, she had conceived a double brood,Husband by husband, children by her child.

-Sophocles

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