tunc movet arte dolum, quo semet ab agmine fido segreget, immitesque deos regemque cruentum contemptrix animae et magno temeraria luctu provocet; hortantur pietas ignesque pudici.
Then she essays an artful stratagem  to detach herself from the faithful train and challenge ruthless gods and the bloody king, despising her life, rash with mighty mourning. Piety and chaste love urge her on.
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