sed consanguinei quamvis atque omnia fratres, tu prior: exanimes circum cumulantur acervi; omne sedet telum, nulli sine caedibus ictus (necdum aderat Virtus); non mens, non dextra quiescit, non avida arma vacant, ipsa insanire videtur Sphinx galeae custos, visoque animata cruore emicat effigies et sparsa orichalca renident: cum dea pugnantis capulum dextramque repressit: magnanime o iuvenis, quo non agnoverit ullum certius armifero Cadmi de semine Mavors, linque humiles pugnas, non haec tibi debita virtus: astra vocant, caeloque animam, plus concipe, mittes.
But though you two are of one blood and brothers in all things, you are in the lead. Heaps of dead are piled around. Every dart settles, no blows fall without slaughter (and Valour has not yet come), neither mind nor hand rests. His greedy arms have no respite, the very Sphinx, the guardian of the helmet, seems maddened; her image, animated by the sight of blood, flashes out and the spattered brass gleams. But the goddess put back his hand and his swordhilt as he fought: Great-hearted youth, than whom Mavors would acknowledge none more surely as of Cadmus weapon-bearing seed, leave these mean combats; not such is your due of valour. The stars call you, you shall send your soul to heaven'think larger!
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