at tibi Maeonio fertur circumflua limbo pro meritis, Admete, chlamys repetitaque multo murice: Phrixei natat hic contemptor ephebus aequoris et picta tralucet caerulus unda; in latus ire manus mutaturusque videtur bracchia, nec siccum speres in stamine crinem; contra autem frustra sedet anxia turre suprema Sestias in speculis, moritur prope conscius ignis has Adrastus opes dono victoribus ire imperat; at generum famula solatur Achaea.
But for you, Admetus, is brought for your deserts a mantle with flowing Maeonian border, dyed deep with purple over and over. Here swims the youth  who despised Phrixus sea, gleaming bluish in the coloured water. His hands seem to move sideways, he seems about to alternate his arms, you would think his hair in the thread would not be dry. Opposite sits the maid of Sestos anxious on her towertop, watching in vain; nearby the accomplice flame is dying. These riches Adrastus orders bestowed upon the victors. His son-in-law he consoles with an Achaean handmaiden.
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