sine me haec haud mollia fatu sublatis aperire dolis, simul hoc animo hauri:  me natam nulli veterum sociare procorum fas erat, idque omnes divique hominesque canebant.
Suffer me to utter this hard saying, stripped of all disguise, and drink it into your soul: for me to ally my child to any of her old-time wooers was forbidden, and this all gods and men foretold.
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