sic colla manusque tenebat implicitus; sed nec lacrimae nec verba movebant dis votum iuvenem; quin et monstrantibus illis fraude patrem tacita subit avertitque timorem: falleris heu verosque metus, pater optime, nescis.
So he held neck and hands in his embrace. But neither tears nor words moved the young man, vowed to the gods. Nay, at their prompting he plays a silent trick on his father, turning his fear aside: Alas, good father, you are mistaken, you know not what is truly to fear.
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