Ille exsanguis attonitoque similis stabat, per metum etiam voce suppressa, tandemque eodem metu stimulante ne regis exspectationem moraretur: Magni, inquit, laboris, non irriti discrimen instare praedixi; nec me tam ars mea quam benivolentia tua perturbat.
Aristander stood pale and as if thunderstruck, and although through fear he lost his voice, at length, driven also by fear, lest he should keep the king waiting, he said: I predicted that a contest of great, but not fruitless labour threatened; and it is not so much my art as affection for you that disturbs me.
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