regina Argolicas modo formidata per urbes, votum immane procis spesque augustissima gentis, nocte sub infesta, nullo duce et hoste propinquo, sola per offensus armorum et lubrica tabo gramina, non tenebras, non circumfusa tremescens concilia umbrarum atque animas sua membra gementes, saepe gradu caeco ferrum calcataque tela dissimulat, solusque labor vitasse iacentes, dum funus putat omne suum, visuque sagaci rimatur positos et corpora prona supinat incumbens, queriturque parum lucentibus astris.
The queen, lately feared all through the cities of Argos, the outrageous prayer of suitors and august hope of her nation, in hostile night, without a guide and with enemy close by, makes her lonely way. Stumbling on weapons and grass slippery with gore, she fears not the darkness or the assembly of shades gathered all around her, souls lamenting their lost limbs. Often in her blind passage she tramples on steel and weaponry, feigning unawareness. Her one concern is to avoid the fallen,  as she thinks that every body is hers and scans them keenly as they lie, turning them on their backs and bending over them complaining of the dim starlight.
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