Iamque remensus iter fesso Danaia Tydeus arva gradu viridisque legit devexa Prosymnae terribilis visu: stant fulti pulvere crines, squalidus ex umeris cadit alta in vulnera sudor, insomnesque oculos rubor excitat, oraque retro sorbet anhela sitis; mens altum spirat honorem conscia factorum.
And now Tydeus has retraced his journey and with weary steps passes through the Danaan fields and the slopes of verdant Prosymna, fearsome he to behold. His hair stands up propped by dust, soiled sweat pours from his shoulders into his deep wounds, redness inflames his sleepless eyes, panting thirst sucks back his breath, but his spirit, conscious of his deeds, breathes high honour.
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