Forte deum variis per noctem territa monstris, senserat ut pulsas tandem Medea tenebras, rapta toris primi iubar ad placabile Phoebi ibat et horrendas lustrantia flumina noctes.
It chanced that Medea, alarmed in the night by heavenly portents, had sprung from her couch so soon as she saw the shadows fled, and was going toward the suns first heartening gleam and the river-streams that purge nights horrors.
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