urit et antiquae memorem vox praescia sortis, cur simul ac Persen illinc sibi moverit atque hinc Thessalicam Fortuna ratem; num debitus ista finis agat saevaeque petant iam vellera Parcae.
Then too the forecast of an ancient oracle burns in his memory: why should Fortune have sent against him together from one quarter Perses and from the other the Thessalian bark? can doom be claiming its due, and are the stern Fates demanding the fleece already?
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