proinde move pharetras arcusque intende sonoros insignemque animam leto demitte; sed illum, pallidus Inachiis qui desuper imminet Argis, dum morior, dispelle globum.
So stir your quiver and stretch your twanging bow, send a noble soul down to death. But while I am dying, dispel the mass that hangs dim over Inachian Argos.
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