unde tubas Martemque pati, qui fervidus ecce quanta parat? quid si ille tuos Curetas in arma ducat et innocuis iubeat decernere peltis? quin etiam invisos (sic hostis defuit?) Argos eligis! o ipsis, genitor, graviora periclis iussa: novercales ruimus ditare Mycenas! cedo equidem.
How are they to suffer trumpets and Mars? And see what work fiery Mars is preparing. What if he were to lead your Curetes to arms and bid them try the issue with their harmless bucklers? And you choose hated Argos  'was there no other enemy? More grievous, sire, are your commands than the danger itself. Do we fall to make my stepmothers Mycenae rich? For my part I yield.
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