Nonnihil impulerat dubios, ni torva notasset Tisiphone fraudes caelestique ocior igne afforet increpitans: quid belli obverteris ausis, numen iners pacique datum? cede, improba: noster hic campus nosterque dies; nunc sera nocentes defendis Thebas.
Somewhat had she pushed them wavering, but that grim Tisiphone had marked her deceit and swifter than celestial fire was upon her, upbraiding: Why do you oppose enterprises of war, sluggish deity, made over to peace? Begone, shameless! This is our battlefield, our day. Too late you now defend guilty Thebes.
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