{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/3076/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/1/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/424/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-05-06T21:10:04.033306Z","updated_at":"2021-05-06T21:10:04.033317Z","description":"Paton edition"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.406000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.406000Z"},"unique_id":99993125,"created_at":"2020-07-25T20:46:12Z","updated_at":"2020-07-25T20:46:12Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"I, Rudope, and my mother Boisca neither died \nof sickness, nor fell by the sword of the foes, but \nourselves, when dreadful Ares burnt the city of \nCorinth our country, chose a brave death. My \nmother slew me with the slaughtering knife, nor did \nshe, unhappy woman, spare her own life, but tied the \nnoose round her neck ; for it was better than slavery \nto die in freedom. ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:7.493/?format=json"]}