non ego nunc vulgi quamquam crudelia pandam funera, sed propria luctus de stirpe recordor: quod te, flave Cydon, quod te per colla refusis intactum, Crenaee, comis quibus ubera mecum obliquumque a patre genus, fortemque, timebam quem desponsa, Gyan vidi lapsare cruentae vulnere Myrmidones, quodque inter serta torosque barbara ludentem fodiebat Epopea mater.
I shall not now set forth the deaths of the crowd, cruel though they were, but I recall bereavements in my own family. I saw you fall, blond Cydon, and you, Crenaeus, with your untouched locks flowing down your neck; you were my foster brothers, my fathers sons on the side. You too, strong Gyas, my betrothed whom I feared,  I saw fall by the stroke of bloody Myrmidone, and how his barbarous mother stabbed Epopeus as he played among the chaplets and couches.
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