sed gravis unanimi casus me fratris ad urbem sponte refert: gemit Inachia mihi saucius Haemon cuspide; vix illum medio de pulvere belli inter utrasque acies, iam iamque tenentibus Argis' sed moror.
But the heavy chance of my dear brother brings me of my own will back to the city. My Haemon is groaning, wounded by an Inachian spear. Scarcely from out of the dust of battle between the two lines'Argos almost held him'but I waste time.
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