Vos quoque, Thespiadae, cur infitiatus honora arcuerim fama? fratris moribunda levabat membra solo Periphas (nil indole clarius illa nec pietate fuit), laeva marcentia colla sustentans dextraque latus; singultibus artum exhaurit thoraca dolor, nec vincla coercent undantem fletu galeam, cum multa gementi pone gravis curvas perfringit lancea costas exit et in fratrem cognataque pectora telo conserit.
You too, sons of Thespius, why should I deny and keep you from honourable fame? Periphas was raising his brothers dying body from the ground (none more than he renowned for natural gifts or love of kin), propping with his left hand the drooping neck and with his right the side. Grief exhausts the corselet scarce large enough for his sobs and the straps do not contain the helmet awash with tears. But as he groans and groans, a heavy lance from behind shatters his rib cage and issues forth into his brother, knitting the kindred breasts with the weapon.
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