Utque introgressus portas (et forte verendus concilio pater ipse duces cogebat Adrastus), improvisus adest, iam illinc a postibus aulae vociferans: arma, arma, viri, tuque optime Lernae ductor, magnanimum si quis tibi sanguis avorum, arma para! nusquam pietas, non gentibus aequum fas aut cura Iovis; melius legatus adissem Sauromatas rabidos servatoremque cruentum Bebrycii nemoris.
Entering the gates, he is suddenly there'by chance venerable father Adrastus was convoking the leaders in council'shouting even from the palace door: Arms, arms, warriors! And you, most worthy lord of Lerna, if blood of high-hearted ancestors be in your veins, arms prepare! Gone is love of kin, the peoples know not justice or moral law or heed of Jupiter. I had better have gone envoy to wild Sarmatians or the bloody keeper of the Bebrycian forest.
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