tu porro sequeris, heu nimium mitis nimiumque oblite tuorum? scilicet infestae cum te circum undique dextrae nudabunt enses, haec flebit et arma quiescent? tene ille, heu demens, semel intra moenia clausum possessumque odiis Argiva in castra remittet? ante haec excusso frondescet lancea ferro, Inachus ante retro nosterque Achelous abibit.
And you, will you follow? You are too gentle, too little mindful of your folk.  When all around you hostile hands bare swords, will she weep, forsooth, and the weapons rest? Will he, O fool, send you back to the Argive camp once you are shut inside the walls and in the power of his hate? Sooner shall this lance shake off its iron and grow leaves, sooner shall Inachus and our Achelous flow backwards.
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