i, repete Arcadiam mixtusque aequalibus illic, dum ferus hic vero desaevit pulvere Mavors, proelia lude domi: quod si te maesta sepulcri fama movet, dabimus leto moriare virorum! iamdudum hunc contra stimulis gravioribus ardet trux Atalantiades; necdum ille quierat, et infit: sera etiam in Thebas, quarum hic exercitus, arma profero; quisnam adeo puer, ut bellare recuset talibus?.
Begone, go back to Arcadia and play at battles there at home with your fellows while here fierce Mavors works off his rage in veritable dust. But if the sad fame of burial move you, we will let you die a mans death. Against him Atalantas fierce son long burns, heavily stung. The other had not yet finished when he begins: Even too late I bring my weapons against Thebes if this is her army. Who is so much a boy that he would refuse to fight the likes of these?
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