Interea meritos ultrix Europa dolores dulcibus armorum furiis et supplice regum conquestu flammata movet; quippe ambit Atrides ille magis, cui nupta domi, facinusque relatu asperat Iliacum: captam sine Marte, sine armis progeniem caeli Spartaeque potentis alumnam, iura, fidem, superos una calcata rapina.
Meanwhile avenging Europe sets righteous wrath astir, aflame with sweet fury of arms and suppliant complaint of kings. For Atreus son, he the more whose wife is still at home,  makes canvass, honing Iliums crime in the telling. Heavens progeny, he says, nursling of mighty Sparta, is taken prisoner without war or weapons; laws, good faith, and the High Ones trampled in a single larceny.
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