isque ubi pulverea Nemeen effervere nube conspicit et solem radiis ignescere ferri, necdum compositas belli in certamina Thebas, concussus visis, quamquam ore et pectore marcet, aeraque tympanaque et biforem reticere tumultum imperat, attonitas qui circum plurimus aures, atque ita: me globus iste meamque exscindere gentem apparat; ex longo recalet furor; hoc mihi saevum Argos et indomitae bellum ciet ira novercae.
When he sees Nemea astir with a dusty cloud and the sun take fire with the steels rays  while Thebes is not yet prepared for clash of battle, he is aghast at the sight. Though faint in speech and heart, he commands the cymbals and drums and double pipes that blare about his deafened ears to be mute, and thus he speaks: This host plans to destroy me and my race. From far back their rage heats afresh. Savage Argos and the wrath of my implacable stepmother excite this war against me.
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