forsan et accinctos lateri (sic ira ferebat) nudassent enses, meliusque hostilibus armis lugendus fratri, iuvenis Thebane, iaceres, ni rex insolitum clamorem et pectore ab alto stridentes gemitus noctis miratus in umbris, movisset gressus, magnis cui sobria curis pendebat somno iam deteriore senectus.
And mayhap they would have unsheathed the swords that girt their sides (so anger urged) and the young Theban would have fallen by an enemys weapon for his brother to mourn (and better so), save that the king, whose old age, sober and careridden, hovered in asleep no longer sound, wondered at this unwonted hubbub in the dark of night and the groans shrilling from the depth of their breasts and thither took his way.
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