at levis et miserae nondum mihi notus Iason transtra per et remos impressaque terga virorum nunc magnum Oeniden, nunc ille hortatibus Idan et Talaum et cana rorantem aspergine ponti Tyndariden iterans gelidique in nube parentis vela laborantem Calain subnectere malo voce manuque rogat; quatiunt impulsibus illi nunc freta, nunc muros, sed nec spumantia cedunt aequora, et incussae redeunt a turribus hastae.
But Jason, known to me, alas, not yet, passes nimbly over benches and oars, footing the backs of the heroes, urging and urging again with voice and hand now Oeneus great son, now Idas and Talaus and a son of Tyndareus  as he drips with the seas white spray and Calais as he struggles in his fathers  icy fog to bind the sails to the mast. With their strokes they shake now the sea, now the walls; but the foaming waters yield not and the spears return from the turrets they hit.
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