tristes thalamos infestaque cerno omnia, vipereos ipsi tibi surgere crines talia verba dabat conlapsaque flebat iniquae in Veneris Medea sinus pestemque latentem ossibus atque imi monstrabat pectoris ignem.
A baneful marriage do I see, and all things threatening harm, and on thine own brow serpents rising erect. So spake Medea, and fell weeping on cruel Venus bosom, showing how the plague lurked in her bones and how the fire burnt at her hearts core.
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