illum ego perpetuis mihi desudare caminis si iubeam vigilesque operi transmittere noctes, gaudeat ornatusque novos ipsique laboret arma tibi; tu'sed scopulos et ana precando flectere corda paro; solum hoc tamen anxia, solum obtestor, quid me Tyrio sociare marito progeniem caram infaustisque dabas hymenaeis, dum fore praeclaros armis et vivida rebus pectora vipereo Tyrios de sanguine iactas demissumque Iovis serie genus? a! mea quanto Sithonia mallem nupsisset virgo sub Arcto trans Borean Thracasque tuos! indigna parumne pertulimus, divae Veneris quod filia longum reptat et Illyricas deiectat virus in herbas? nunc gentem immeritam' lacrimas non pertulit ultra Bellipotens; hastam laeva transumit et alto (haud mora) desiluit curru clipeoque receptam laedit in amplexu dictisque ita mulcet amicis: O mihi bellorum requies et sacra voluptas unaque pax animo; soli cui tanta potestas divorumque hominumque, meis occurrere telis impune et media quamvis in caede frementes hos assistere equos, hunc ensem avellere dextrae: nec mihi Sidonii genialia foedera Cadmi nec tua cara fides (ne falsa incessere gaude!) exciderunt: prius in patrui deus infera mergar stagna et pallentes agar exarmatus ad umbras.
Were I to tell him to sweat for me with ceaseless furnace, pass sleepless nights at work, he would be glad and toil at new gear, even weapons for you. You'but I make to move rocks and a heart of bronze with my pleading. Yet this only in anguish I adjure you, only this: why did you have me join my dear child to a Tyrian husband in ill-starred nuptials, boasting that Tyrians of viper blood, race descended of Jupiters line,  shall be renowned in arms, hearts lively for action? Oh, how I wish my girl had rather married beneath the Sithonian Bear, beyond Boreas and your Thracians! Was it not shame enough for me to bear that goddess Venus daughter crawls at length and spits venom on Illyrian grass? Now the innocent folk'. The Lord of War could bear her tears no longer. Changing his spear to his left hand, he leapt incontinent from his lofty chariot and took her to his shield, hurting her in his embrace. With fond words thus he soothes her: My respite from the wars, my sacred pleasure, my souls only peace! Only you of gods and men have power so great, to meet my weapons unscathed, to stand at these horses heads though they neigh in the midst of slaughter, to pluck this sword from my hand. I have not forgotten the nuptial bond with Sidonian Cadmus, nor your dear loyalty'take not pleasure in false reproach. Sooner let me, god that I am, be plunged into my uncles nether pools and driven disarmed to the pallid shades.
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