insilit: haec totis perfundit moenia pennis Labdaciumque ducem praemissae consona nocti territat; hospitia et thalamos et foedera regni permixtumque genus (quae tanta licentia monstro, quis furor?) et iam bella canit.
With all her wings she overspreads the city and affrights the Labdacian ruler with echoes of the night just passed: she chants of guests and weddings, pacts of royalty and mingling of families, and now (such licence has the monster, such her madness!) of war.
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