Vix ea turre senex, cum rector ab aggere coepit: magnanimi reges, quibus haud parere recusem ductor et ipse meas miles defendere Thebas, non ego vos stimulare parem (nam liber in arma impetus, et meritas ultro iurastis in iras), nec laudare satis dignasque rependere grates sufficiam (referent superi vestraeque subacto hoste manus): urbem socia de gente subistis tutari, quam non aliis populator ab oris belliger externave satus tellure, sed hostis indigena assultat, cui castra adversa regenti hic pater, hic genetrix, hic iunctae stirpe sorores, hic erat et frater.
So the old man on the tower; scarce had he ended when from the platform the ruler begins: Great-hearted kings, whom I your leader would not refuse to obey and as a common soldier myself defend my Thebes: I would not make to spur you on, for free is your rush to arms and of your own will you have sworn to fight for my just wrath. Nor could I praise you enough or return you worthy thanks; the High Ones will repay, and your own hands when the enemy is vanquished. You have come hither to protect a city of allied race. No warlike ravager from other shores, no child of a foreign soil, but a native foe assails her, one that rules a hostile camp when his father, his mother, his sisters joined in blood were here, here too his brother.
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