illa libens (nam regum animos et pondera belli hac nutare videt, pariter si providus heros militet) ipsa sacros gremio Polynicis amati deposuit nexus haud maesta atque insuper addit: non haec apta mihi nitidis ornatibus, inquit, tempora, nec miserae placeant insignia formae te sine: sat dubium coetu solante timorem fallere et incultos aris adverrere crines.
Cheerfully Argia (for she sees that if the prescient hero take the field with the rest, the minds of kings and the scales of war sway this way) herself put the accursed chain in the bosom of her beloved Polynices nothing loath, and adds to boot: These times suit not bright ornaments for me, nor should I take pleasure in decking unhappy beauty without you. Enough to cheat my doubt and fear with consoling company and sweep my undressed hair at the altars.
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