Non tulit hos Perses gemitus clademque suorum tergaque versa tuens his caelum questibus implet: quid me iam patriis eiectum sedibus, istas ut struerem pugnas Scythiamque in bella moverem, vos superi, vos augurio iussistis inani? quid fratris meritas tua, Iuppiter, omina poenas promisere mihi? nobis Argoa parabas scilicet auxilia et tantas coniungere vires.
Perses brooked not the cries of his routed warriors, and gazing at their fleeing backs filled heaven with these complaints: Why, O ye gods above, why with vain auguries did ye command me, driven from my native home, to set this war afoot and stir up Scythia to battle? Why, Jupiter, did thine omens vouchsafe me my brothers merited punishment? Thou wert ready, forsooth, to bring all the might of Argos to be joined in succour to mine.
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