Ut vero Alcimeden etiamnum in murmure truncos ferre patris vultus et egentem sanguinis ensem conspexi, riguere comae atque in viscera saevus horror iit: meus ille Thoas, mea dira videri dextra mihi! extemplo thalamis turbata paternis inferor.
But when I saw Alcimede carrying her fathers severed but still murmuring head and a sword in need of blood,  my hair stood stiff and a cruel shudder pierced my vitals. To me he seemed my Thoas and the fell hand seemed mine. Forthwith I hie me distraught to my fathers chamber.
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