ei mihi, clamat, unde morae? (nam prona ratus facilemque tot armis Tydea, nec numero virtutem animumque rependit) num regio diversa viae? num missus ab Argis subsidio globus? an sceleris data fama per urbes finitimas? paucosne, pater Gradive, manuve legimus indecores? at enim fortissimus illic et Chromis et Dorylas et nostris turribus aequi Thespiadae; totos raperent mihi funditus Argos.
Woe is me! he cries. Why the delay? For he had thought it an easy run: Tydeus would be no hard work for so large a force; he did not weigh courage and spirit against number. Did they go by different roads? Was a band sent from Argos to help him? Did rumour of the crime spread through neighbouring cities?  Were they that I chose too few, father Gradivus, or inglorious fighters? But bravest Chromis and Dorylas are there and the scions of Thespius, equal to our towers; they could raze all Argos to the ground at my behest.
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