Nox subiit curasque hominum motusque ferarum composuit nigroque polos involvit amictu, illa quidem cunctis, sed non tibi mitis, Adraste, Labdacioque duci: nam Tydea largus habebat perfusum magna virtutis imagine somnus.
Night came on, laying to rest the cares of men and the movements of beasts, and wrapped the heavens in her cloak of darkness, gentle to all beside but not to you, Adrastus, or to the Labdacian chief. As for Tydeus, bounteous sleep held him steeped in valours great semblance.
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