Rex tristis et aeger pondere curarum propiorque abeuntibus annis inter adhortantes vix sponte incedit Adrastus, contentus ferro cingi latus; arma manipli pone ferunt.
King Adrastus, sad and sick with weight of cares and nearer to departing years, walks scarce of his own accord amid words of good cheer, content with the steel that girds his side; soldiers bear his shield behind him.
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