Hic rursus simili procerum vallante corona dux Talaionides, antiqua ut forte sub orno stabat et admoti nixus Polynicis in hastam: attamen, o quaecumque es, ait, cui gloria tanta, venimus, innumeras Fato debere cohortes, quem non ipse deum sator aspernetur honorem, dic age, quando tuis alacres absistimus undis, quae domus aut tellus, animam quibus hauseris astris.
Then once more speaks the leader, Talaus son, circled by a band of noble peers, as he stands beneath an ancient ash, leaning on the spear of Polynices at his side: And yet come tell us, whosoever you be to whom we have brought such glory, the glory of owing countless cohorts to fate, an honour which the begetter of the gods himself would not despise, come tell us, as we briskly leave your waters, what is your home and country, under what stars you draw your breath.
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