Atque ibi dum mixta vallati plebe suorum et maris et belli consultant tempora reges, increpitans magno vatem Calchanta tumultu Protesilaus ait (namque huic bellare cupido praecipua et primae iam tunc data gloria mortis): O nimium Phoebi tripodumque oblite tuorum Thestoride, quando ora deo possessa movebis iustius aut quianam Parcarum occulta recludes? cernis ut ignotum cuncti stupeantque fremantque Aeaciden? sordet vulgo Calydonius heros et magno genitus Telamone Aiaxque secundus; nos quoque'sed Mavors et Troia arrepta probabunt.
While the kings there, surrounded by their mingled followings of common folk, take counsel on times for sailing and fighting, Protesilaus amid great commotion upbraids the prophet Calchas; for he above the rest is eager for battle, already granted the glory of first death: Son of Thestor, too forgetful of Phoebus and your tripods, when will you have better cause to move lips possessed by deity or why will you hide the secrets of the Parcae?  See you how all are amazed at the unknown seed of Aeacus and clamour for him? Calydons hero  is as dross among the folk, so too great Telamons son  and Ajax the second, I also; but Mavors and captured Troy will be the proof.
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