atque ibi seu posita respirat cuspide Mavors, quamquam invisa quies, seu, quod reor, arma tubasque insatiatus agit caraeque in sanguine gentis luxuriat: propere monitus iramque parentis ede, nihil parcens.
and there, whether Mars has laid his spear aside and draws breath, though rest he hates, or, as I think, plies  arms and trumpets insatiate, revelling in the blood of the people he loves, speedily deliver his parents angry commands and spare naught.
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