quis fuit ille dies, tanto cum sanguine Thebis pax inventa perit! patriis modo fixa revellunt arma deis, clipeisque obducunt pectora fractis, et galeas humiles et adhuc sordentia tabo spicula: non pharetris quisquam, non ense decorus, non spectandus equo; cessat fiducia valli, murorum patet omne latus, munimina portae exposcunt: prior hostis habet; fastigia desunt: deiecit Capaneus; exsanguis et aegra iuventus iam nec coniugibus suprema nec oscula natis iungit, et attoniti nil optavere parentes.
What a day was that, when the peace won by Thebes at such a cost in blood was lost! They tear down the arms lately hung in their ancestral shrines, covering their breasts with broken shields, and mean helmets and darts still filthy with gore. None is handsome with quiver or sword, none a gallant sight on his horse. Trust in the rampart fails, the walls lie open on every side. The gates demand fortifications'but the former enemy has them. Battlements are lacking'Capaneus threw them down. The men are weak and ailing, they give no last kisses to wives or children; the parents are dazed and make no prayers.
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