haeret et attollens vix tandem lumina fatur: quid, precor, in nostras venisti, Thessale, terras? unde mei spes ulla tibi? tantosque petisti cur non ipse tua fretus virtute labores? nempe, ego si patriis timuissem excedere tectis, occideras, nempe hanc animam pars saeva manebat funeris.
Still she hesitates, and scarce at length lifts up her eyes and speaks: Why earnest thou, man of Thessaly, to our land, I pray thee? Whence hopedst thou aught of me? Why daredst thou not such labours trusting to thine own powers? Verily, had I feared to leave my fathers house, thou hadst perished, verily a share in thy cruel doom awaited this life of mine.
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