eminet Oenides: quamvis et harundine certa Parthenopaeus agat, morientumque ora furenti Hippomedon proculcet equo, Capaneaque pinus iam procul Aoniis volet agnoscenda catervis, Tydeos illa dies, illum fugiuntque tremuntque clamantem: quo terga datis? licet ecce peremptos ulcisci socios maestamque rependere noctem.
Oeneus son stands out. Though Parthenopaeus ply a sure bow and Hippomedon trample the faces of the dying with his furious horse, and Capaneus pine fly for Aonian squadrons to recognize from afar, that day was Tydeus, him they flee and fear as he shouts: Whither are you running? See, now you can avenge your slain comrades and pay back that sad night.
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