nec queror et pro te lucem quoque laeta relinquam protinus hospes ad haec (tacitis nam cantibus illum flexerat et simili iamdudum adflarat amore) tune ait Aesoniden quicquam te velle relicta credis et ulla pati sine te loca? redde tyranno me potius, recipe ingratos atque exue cantus.
Yet I complain not; gladly for thee would I leave the light itself. Quickly spoke the stranger in reply (for with silent magic had she swayed him and inspired long since an answering passion): Thinkest thou that Jason desires aught at the price of deserting thee, or can endure any place on earth without thee? Nay, give me up rather to the tyrant, take back and strip me of thy thankless spells.
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