nunc queritur ceu tarda fugae dispendia, sed mox attollit flatus ducis et sedisse superbum deiecto iam fratre putat: spes anxia mentem extrahit et longo consumit gaudia voto.
One moment he complains of the dragging stretch of exile, but anon he hoists princely pride and fancies he sits haughty, his brother already cast down. Torturing hope drags out his soul and in prolonged desire exhausts his joy.
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