tunc pectora summo acclinata iugo vultumque obliqua madentem incipit (interea dominae vestigia iuxta spumantem proni mandunt adamanta iugales): bella etiam in Thebas, socer o pulcherrime, bella ipse paras ferroque tuos abolere nepotes? nec genus Harmoniae nec te conubia caelo festa nec hae quicquam lacrimae, furibunde, morantur?.
Then, leaning her bosom against the top of the yoke, with tearful face turned to one side, she begins'meanwhile the horses bend their heads and champ the foaming adamant at their mistress feet: War against Thebes, O paragon of parents, do you yourself plan war and destruction of your own grandchildren by the sword? Harmonias race, marriage festival in heaven, and these tears'do they not for a moment hold you, madman?
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