Excipit Oenides: Quin, o dignissima caeli progenies, ritusque tuos elementaque primae indolis et, valida mox accedente iuventa, quae solitus laudum tibi semina pandere Chiron virtutisque aditus, quas membra augere per artes, quas animum, sociis multumque faventibus edis? sit pretium longas penitus quaesisse per undas Scyron et his primum me arma ostendisse lacertis.
Oeneus son takes over: Nay, most worthy scion of heaven, why not tell your right favouring comrades of your ways, the rudiments of earliest nature and what Chiron showed you as presently strong manhood came on; the seeds of glory, the path to valour, the arts to make your body grow and your mind. Let it be worth while that I have sought Scyros over the length of waves and been the first to show weapons to these arms of yours.
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