haec passim turbatis vocis amarae confudere sonis; inde orsus in ordine Tydeus continuat: maesti cupiens solacia casus monstriferae Calydonis opes Acheloiaque arva deserui; vestris haec me ecce in finibus ingens nox operit.
such words do they confound at large in jumbled accents of angry utterance. Then Tydeus takes up an ordered tale: Craving solace for sad chance, I left the wealth of monster-bearing Calydon and Achelous fields. Here, see, night of night cloaks me in your bounds.
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