pudeat, Cadmea iuventus, terrigenas mentita patres! quo tenditis, inquit, degeneres? meliusne iacet pro sanguine nostro hospes Atys? tantum hospes adhuc et coniugis ultor infelix nondum iste suae; nos pignora tanta prodimus?  insurgunt iusto firmata pudore agmina, cuique suae rediere in pectora curae.
For shame, he says, youth of Cadmus, belying your earthborn fathers! Where are you making for, degenerates? Should Atys, a stranger, rather lie dead defending our blood, still but a stranger, poor youth, avenging a wife not yet his? Do we betray such pledges? The troops rise up, stiffened by proper shame, and to each heart returns its loved one.
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