illa autem lacrimans, tu nunc, ait, inclute, frustra exanimes socios inhumataque corpora Graium (scilicet is nobis metus, aut iam cura sepulcri?) protegis; ipse manu Tyria tibi captus Adrastus raptatur, teque ante alios, te voce manuque invocat; heu qualem lapsare in sanguine vidi, exutum canos lacero diademate crines! nec procul hinc, adverte oculos ubi plurimus ille pulvis, ubi ille globus.
Weeping she says: In vain, famous warrior, you now protect dead comrades, unburied bodies of Greeks, as though our fear is for them or our present care for a sepulchre. Adrastus himself has been captured, look you, by a Tyrian band and is being dragged off, calling on you above all others, on you with voice and hand. Ah, how I saw him slipping in blood, his white hair stripped of its torn diadem! Tis not far from here; look where all that dust is yonder, that knot of men.
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