ducitur hostili (pro dura potentia fati!) Tydeus ille solo, modo cui Thebana sequenti agmina, sive gradus seu frena effunderet, ingens limes utrimque datus; nusquam arma, manusque quiescunt; nulla viri feritas: iuvat ora rigentia leto et formidatos impune lacessere vultus.
Ah, harsh power of Fate! Tydeus is dragged over hostile soil, Tydeus, for whom lately a great space was left on either side as he pursued the ranks of Thebes, whether with feet unchecked or with reins. His arms are gone, his hands are quiet, his savagery is no more. They were glad to vex the features rigid in death, the dreaded countenance, with impunity.
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