Illic infaustos ut primum egressa penates Eurydice, nudo vocem de pectore rumpit planctuque et longis praefata ululatibus infit: non hoc Argolidum coetu circumdata matrum speravi te, nate, sequi, nec talia demens fingebam votis annorum elementa tuorum, nil saevum reputans: etenim his in finibus aevi unde ego bella tibi Thebasque ignara timerem? cui superum nostro committere sanguine pugnas dulce? quis hoc armis vovit scelus? at tua nondum, Cadme, domus, nullus Tyrio grege plangitur infans.
No sooner had Eurydice left her ill-starred abode than speech breaks from her bare breast and with prelude of blows and long-drawn keenings she begins: It was not thus, my son, that I hoped to follow you attended by a throng of Argive dames nor so in my foolish prayers did I imagine your earliest years; nothing cruel was in my thoughts. For indeed at your time of life how in my ignorance should I fear war and Thebes for you? Which of the High Ones did it please to commence battle with our blood? Who for warfare  vowed this crime? But your house, Cadmus, is not yet in dole, no infant is mourned among the Tyrian folk.
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