Et iam mirantes indignantesque coibant Labdacidae, primusque Iovis de sanguine claro Amphion ignarus adhuc quae funera campis ille daret: quonam usque moram lucrabere fati, o multum meritos puer orbature parentes? quin etiam menti tumor atque audacia gliscit, congressus dum nemo tuos pugnamque minorem dignatur bellis, iramque relinqueris infra.
And now the sons of Labdacus were coming together, wondering and indignant. First Amphion, of Joves illustrious race, unaware as yet what death the other was dealing in the field: How long will you borrow time by Fates delaying, O boy that will bereave your parents as they richly deserve? Why, your pride and audacity swell high as none deigns to meet you or thinks so small a fight worth waging, and you are left beneath anger.
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