Et iam puniceo regem spes vana sub ortu extulerat, quantis nox una diremerit undis Aesoniden, liberne freto iam vultus aperto utque prius totum sileat mare.
And now beneath the scarlet dawn vain hope had sent the king abroad, wondering how great a stretch of waters one night had set between him and Aesons son, whether the sea was open and inviting to behold and all the ocean quiet as before.
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