Argolicas magis huc appelle precando Thebanasque animas; alias avertere gressus lacte quater sparsas maestoque excedere luco, nata, iube; tum qui vultus habitusque, quis ardor sanguinis affusi, gens utra superbior adsit, dic agedum nostramque mone per singula noctem.
Rather bring Argive and Theban souls hither with your prayers and bid all others, my daughter, sprinkled four times with milk, turn their steps away and depart the dismal grove. Then tell me, come, their countenances and mien, their appetite for the spilt blood, which of the two peoples makes the prouder show; advise my darkness point by point.
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