Then, as doves or thrushes beating their spread wings/ against some snare rigged up in thickets - flying in/ for a cozy nest but a grisly bed receives them-/ so the women's heads were trapped in a line,/ nooses thanking their necks up, one by one/ so all might die a pitiful, ghastly death.../ they kicked up heels for a little - not for long."
A) The Odyssey by Homer
B) Oedipus Rex by Sophocles
C) The Aeneid by Virgil
D) Antigone by Sophocles
