Ergo age, seu patrios liber iam legibus Argos incolis et mersum tumulis Eurysthea calcas, sive tui solium Iovis et virtute parata astra tenes haustumque tibi succincta beati nectaris excluso melior Phryge porrigit Hebe, huc ades et genium templis nascentibus infer.
Come then: whether free now of command you dwell in your ancestral Argos and trample Eurystheus buried in his grave or have your home by Jove your fathers throne and the stars your valor won, and Hebe, dress upgirt, proffers you a draft of blessed nectar'better she than the banished Phrygian: come hither and bring your guardian spirit to your nascent shrine.
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