illa pias armata manus fuge protinus urbem meque, pater; non hostis, ait non moenia laeti Thraces habent; nostrum hoc facinus; ne quaere, quis auctor.
But good Hypsipyle, sword in hand, cries: Straightway flee the city, father, and me too; it is no enemy, no exulting Thracian holds the walls; this is our doing; ask not who bade us do it.
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