ecce per adversas Dircaei verticis umbras femineus quatit astra fragor, matresque Pelasgae decurrunt, quales Bacchea ad bella vocatae Thyiades amentes, magnum quas poscere credas aut fecisse nefas; gaudent lamenta novaeque exsultant lacrimae; rapit huc, rapit impetus illuc, Thesea magnanimum quaerant prius, anne Creonta, anne suos: vidui ducunt ad corpora luctus.
See, over in the shades of Dirces height, a cry of women shakes the stars and the Pelasgian matrons are running down like mad Thyiads summoned to Bacchic wars; you might think they were demanding some great crime, or had committed one. Lamentations rejoice, new tears exult. Impulse sweeps them hither and thither'should they first seek great-hearted Theseus or Creon or their loved ones? Widows mourning leads them to the bodies.
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