cum vero Acherontis aperti Dira ter admoto tetigit thoraca flagello, ardet inops animi, nec tam considere regno quam scelus et caedem et perfossi in sanguine fratris exspirare cupit, subitusque affatur Adrastum: sera quidem, extremus socium gentisque superstes Argolicae, consulta, pater, iam rebus in artis aggredior; tunc tempus erat, cum sanguis Achivum integer, ire ultro propriamque capessere pugnam, non plebis Danaae florem regumque verendas obiectare animas, ut lamentabile tantis urbibus induerem capiti decus.
But when the Fury of opened Acheron touched his corselet three times with her lash, he burns in helpless passion, eager not so much to settle on the throne as for crime and slaughter and death in the blood of his butchered brother. Of a sudden he addresses Adrastus: Last survivor of the allies and the Argive nation,  I take belated counsel, father, in our present straits. Then was the time, when Achaean blood had not been broached, to advance of my own accord and fight my own battle; not to thrust forward the flower of the Danaan folk and the sacred lives of kings so that I might place a crown upon my head for so many cities to weep.
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