nec deest coeptis: unde haec tam sera repente numina? qui fractos superi rediistis ad Argos? estne hic infelix virtus, gentique superstes sanguis, et in miseris animorum semina durant? laudo equidem, egregii iuvenes, pulchraque meorum seditione fruor; sed fraudem et operta paramus proelia, celandi motus: numquam apta latenti turba dolo.
Nor is he wanting to their enterprise. Whence comes so late this sudden inspiration? Which of you High Ones have returned to broken Argos? Is valour in misfortune here? Does the fibre of our race survive and do seeds of courage endure in time of woe? For my part I commend you, noble warriors, and delight in my followers glorious mutiny. But we are devising guile and secret battles, our movements must be concealed. A crowd is never apt for stealthy ruse.
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