gravis huc utcumque feretur et pater ad vestrum gemitus nunc verto pudorem, Inachidae, liquistis enim parvosque senesque et lacrimas has quisque domi: sua credite matri viscera! si vobis hic parvo in tempore carus (sitque precor), quid me, oro, decet quidve ista, Pelasgi, ubera? ab Hyrcanis hoc Odrysiisve tulissem regibus, et si qui nostros vicere furores.
Your father too, who irks you, shall be brought here, no matter how. Now, sons of Inachus, I turn my sorrows to your sense of right. For each of you has left little ones and elders and tears like mine at home. Trust a mother with her flesh and blood. If this young man here is dear to you in so short a time, and I pray he is, what, I beg, befits me, what these breasts, Pelasgi? I should have won this boon from Hyrcanian or Odrysian kings and from those, if such there be, whose madness outdid ours.
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