modo me sub nocte silenti ipse, ipse assurgens iterum tellure soluta, qualis erat (solos infecerat umbra iugales), Amphiaraus adit: non vanae monstra quietis, nec somno comperta loquor.
Just now in the silence of the night he, he in person, rising through the earth that parted once again, even as he was (the shade had touched only his team), Amphiaraus came to me. I speak not of phantoms of vain repose or things perceived in sleep.
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