sic ille truces hortatibus implet Labdacidas, iuvat exhaustos iterare labores: sicut erant (pulvis sudorque cruorque per artus mixtus adhuc) vertere gradum; vix obvia passi colloquia, amplexus etiam dextrasque suorum excussere umeris.
So he fills the fierce sons of Labdacus with encouragement. They are fain to repeat the toils exhausted. Just as they were, dust, sweat, and blood still mingled on their bodies, they turned around. Scarce did they suffer those who would meet and talk with them, even shaking off from their shoulders their loved ones embracing hands.
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