quo, miseri, Fatis superisque obstantibus arma, quo rapitis? quae vos Furiarum verbera caecos exagitant? adeone animarum taedet? et Argos exosi?
Wretches, whither, oh whither do you rush your arms when the Fates and the High Ones oppose? What Furies lash drives you in your blindness? Are you so weary of your lives? Do you hate Argos?
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