quem tu illic natum Sigeo in pulvere, quanta aspicies victrix Phrygiarum funera matrum, cum tuus Aeacides tepido modo sanguine Teucros undabit campos, modo crassa exire vetabit flumina et Hectoreo tardabit funere currus impelletque manu nostros, opera irrita, muros! Pelea iam desiste queri thalamosque minores: crederis peperisse Iovi; nec inulta dolebis cognatisque utere fretis: dabo tollere fluctus, cum reduces Danai nocturnaque signa Caphereus exseret et dirum pariter quaeremus Ulixem.
There victorious what a son shall you see in Sigean dust, what obsequies of Phrygian mothers, when your scion of Aeacus shall now drench the Teucrian plains in warm blood, now forbid the thickened rivers their outlets, slowing his chariot with Hectors corpse, overturning my walls 'that lost labour!  Cease now to complain of Peleus and misalliance. Men shall believe you bore a son to Jupiter. Nor shall you grieve unavenged. You shall use the kindred seas. I shall let you raise the waves when the Danai return and Caphereus puts out his nighttime signals  and we both alike search for dire Ulysses.
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