coniugis insidiis et iniquo venditus auro Argolicas acies (unde haec tibi turba recentum umbrarum, et nostrae veniunt quoque funera dextrae) non ignarus ini: subito me turbine mundi (horret adhuc animus) mediis e milibus hausit nox tua.
Through my spouses treachery, sold for unrighteous gold, I joined the Argive ranks not unwitting; hence you have this multitude of recent shades, some dead by my hand. In a sudden convulsion of the world (I feel the horror still) your night swallowed me from the midst of thousands.
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