Finierat pugnas honor exsequialis inermes; necdum aberant coetus, cunctisque silentibus heros vina solo fundens cinerem placabat Adrastus Archemori: da, parve, tuum trieteride multa instaurare diem, nec saucius Arcadas aras malit adire Pelops Eleaque pulset eburna templa manu, nec Castaliis altaribus anguis, nec sua pinigero magis annatet umbra Lechaeo.
The funeral celebration had ended weaponless fights but the assemblage was not yet gone. All were silent while the hero Adrastus poured wine upon the ground, appeasing Archemorus dust: Grant, little one, that we may renew your day at many a triennial. Let not wounded Pelops more desire to approach Arcadian altars or knock with ivory hand  at Elean temples, nor the snake glide more willingly to the Castalian shrine, nor its shade swim to pine-clad Lechaeum.
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