Ipse etiam ante oculos nunc matris ad oscula versus, nunc rudis Ismenes, nunc flebiliora precantis Antigones, variaque animum turbante procella exciderat regnum: cupit ire, et mitis Adrastus non vetat; hic iustae Tydeus memor occupat irae: me potius, socii, qui fidum Eteoclea nuper expertus, nec frater eram, me opponite regi, cuius adhuc pacem egregiam et bona foedera gesto pectore in hoc.
He himself before their eyes turns to kiss his mother, now innocent  Ismene, now Antigone as she entreated with yet more copious tears. A various tempest confused his mind and the throne was forgotten. He desires to go, and gentle Adrastus does not gainsay. Here Tydeus, mindful of just wrath, forestalls: Me rather, comrades, that lately sampled Eteocles good faith (and I was not his brother!), set me to face the king, whose remarkable peace and honest covenant I still bear on this breast.
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