Ille autem iam iam vultus vocesque parantem ante rapit rumpitque moras inque ipsa morantis prosilit ora viri talique effunditur ira: orbe satos alio, sua litora regnaque habentes, quis furor has mediis tot fluctibus egit in oras, quisve mei vos tantus amor? tu prima malorum causa mihi, tu, Phrixe gener non te aequore mersum quo soror!
But while he even now is preparing his countenance for speech, the other forestalls him and cuts short his tarrying, ay, even as he tarries springs forward to his face and thus outpours his wrath: Sons of another world, with your own shores and realms, what madness has driven you to this land over seas so wide, or was I the object of your friendship? Thou, Phrixus, my son-in-law, wert the prime cause of ill for me. Alas! that thou wert not drowned in the same sea as thy sister!
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