abscedunt comites: sed Thesea iussi linquebant fretique deis atque ipsius armis, ille tenet revocatque suos; utque aequa notavit hinc atque hinc odia, extrema se colligit ira, iam letale furens, atque audax morte futura, non cum peltiferis, ait, haec tibi pugna puellis, virgineas ne crede manus: hic cruda virorum proelia, nos magnum qui Tydea quique furentem Hippomedonta neci Capaneaque misimus umbris pectora.
His companions fall away, whereas Theseus men leave him as ordered, counting on the gods and their commanders arms. Creon holds his and recalls them. When he marks equal hatred on either side, he pulls himself together in uttermost ire, the fury of death, and emboldened by the coming end: You are not fighting here, he says, with buckler-bearing girls. Think not to find virgin hands. Here are mens battles in the raw. It is we who sent great Tydeus and raging Hippomedon to their deaths and the breast of Capaneus to the shades.
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