nec tibi Thessalicos tunc profuit, Ornyte, reges hospitiis aut mente moras fovisse benigna et laribus sacrasse diem; procul advenit Idmon oblatumque ferit galeam cristasque rubentes, heu tua dona, gerens.
Naught availed it in that hour, Ornytus, that thou hadst cherished the Thessalian princes in friendliness, or with kind intent hadst sought to delay them and hadst kept the day holy to thy household gods; Idmon draws hither from close by and smites thee in the encounter, wearing the helmet with its scarlet plume, that was, alas! thy gift.
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