isque ubi mota novo stupuit loca sola tumultu femineumque gregem, quae iam super agmina Lernae sola videt, non ille viam causasve requirit, quippe patent, maesto sed sic prior occupat ore: quo, miserae, quo fertis iter? funusne peremptis speratis cineremque viris? stat pervigil illic umbrarum custos inhumataque corpora regi annumerat.
Amazed to find these lonely places stirred by a sudden commotion and to see a flock of women, only survivors of Lernas host, he does not ask  of their journey or its reasons (for that is obvious), but sorrowfully accosts them: Whither, poor souls whither do you take your way? Do you hope for burial and ashes for your slain men? The warden of the dead stands there unsleeping and counts the unburied bodies for the king.
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