quondam etiam tacitae visus per tempora noctis effigie vasta, socerumque exterruit ingens prodita vox: o qui patria tellure fugatum quaerentemque domos his me considere passus sedibus, oblata generum mox prole petisti, tunc tibi regnorum labes luctusque supersunt, rapta soporato fuerint cum vellera luco.
Once too did he appear, a vast phantom, in the silent hours of night, and a great voice spoke forth and struck terror into the father of his bride: O thou who didst suffer me, a fugitive from my native land in search of a home, to settle in these abodes, and soon offering thy daughter invited me to be thy son-in-law, dolour and ruin of thy realm shall abound for thee what time the fleece is stolen from the sleep-drugged grove.
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