at non mea vulnera, clamat et trabe fraxinea Capaneus subit obvius, umquam effugies, seu tu pavidi ferus incola luci, sive deis, utinamque deis, concessa voluptas, non, si consertum super haec mihi membra Giganta subveheres.
But my wounds, cries Capaneus, coming up to confront him with ashen spear, you shall never escape, whether you be the savage denizen of an affrighted grove or a pleasure granted to the gods (and to the gods let it be!), no, not if you brought a Giant against me joined above this body.
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