utque petita diu celsus fastigia supra eminuit trepidamque assurgens desuper urbem vidit et ingenti Thebas exterruit umbra, increpat attonitas humilesque Amphionis arces: pro pudor, hi faciles carmenque imbelle secuti, hi, mentita diu Thebarum fabula, muri! et quid tam egregium prosternere moenia molli structa lyra?
Finally he stands out high above the long-sought summit and rising sees the affrighted town below, terrifying Thebes with his huge shadow. Thus he taunts Amphions towers as they cower dismayed: For shame! These are the easy walls that followed Amphions unwar-like song, the long-told lying legend of Thebes! And what great feat is it to flatten the structures of a soft lyre?
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