sed prolicit ultro Aonius vates: Tyriae dux inclute Thebes, cuius ab interitu non ulla Amphionis arces vidit amica dies, o iam satis ulte cruentum exitium, et multum placata minoribus umbra, quos, miserande, fugis? iacet ille in funere longo, quem fremis, et iunctae sentit confinia mortis, obsitus exhaustos paedore et sanguine vultus eiectusque die: sors leto durior omni, crede mihi! quaenam immeritum vitare nepotem causa tibi? confer vultum et satiare litanti sanguine venturasque vices et funera belli pande, vel infensus vel res miserate tuorum.
but the Aonian seer drew him forth: Ruler renowned of Tyrian Thebes, since whose death no day has looked kindly on Amphions citadel, now enough avenged of your bloody taking-off, shade well appeased by your posterity,  whom, piteous one, do you flee? He whom you curse  lies in a long burial and feels death linked in close neighbourhood, his exhausted visage sunk in filth and blood, cast out from the light of day. His lot is harder than any death, believe me. What cause have you to shun your innocent grandson? Come face to face and take your fill of sacrificial blood and set forth happenings to be and wars calamities, whether in anger or pity for your familys fortunes.
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