ille ego inexpletis solus qui caedibus hausi quinquaginta animas: totidem, totidem heia gregatim ferte manus! nulline patres, nulline iacentum unanimi fratres? quae tanta oblivio luctus? quam pudet Inachias contentum abiisse Mycenas! hine super Thebis? haec robora regis? ubi autem egregius dux ille mihi? simul ordine laevo ipsum exhortantem cuneos capitisque superbi insignem fulgore videt; nec segnius ardens occurrit, niveo quam flammiger ales olori imminet et magna trepidum circumligat umbra.
I am he that single-handed took fifty lives, insatiate in slaughter. Bring as many and as many hands in batches, huzza! Are there no fathers, no loving brothers of the fallen? How so forgetful of loss? How it shames me that I left content for Inachian Mycenae! Are these what Thebes has left? These the kings stalwarts? And where, I wonder, is that noble leader? As he spoke, he saw the man himself encouraging troops on the left, conspicuous by the flash of his proud helm. Ardently he accosts him, as eager as a flame-bearing bird that hovers over a snowy swan, enveloping the frightened creature with his mighty shadow.
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