Argolicos per te, germane, penates (nam Tyriis iam nullus honos), per si quid in illa dulce domo, summitte animos: en utraque gentis turba rogant ambaeque acies; rogat illa suorum Antigone devota malis suspectaque regi, et tantum tua, dure, soror.
I beseech you by your Argive home, my brother (for you care naught for the Tyrians any more), if in that dwelling anything is dear to you, abate your pride. See, a throng of either people and both armies beg you. Your Antigone begs, faithful to the ills of her loved ones and suspect to the king, sister only to you, O hard of heart!
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