quid me autem sic ille movet, superetne labores an cadat et tanto turbetur Graecia luctu? saltem, fata virum si iam suprema ferebant, iussus ad ignotos potius fuit ire tyrannos! o utinam et tandem non hac moreretur in urbe! namque et sidereo nostri de sanguine Phrixi dicitur, et caram vidi indoluisse sororem; seque ait has iussis actum miser ire per undas.
Yet why feel I so for him, whether he master his toils, or whether he fall, and Greece be confounded with so great a grief? At least, if already his last hour be come, it were better he had gone to an unknown court! Ah! grant, ay, grant he perished not in this city! For he is of our own Phrixus heavenly seed, they say, and my own dear sister, I saw, grieved over him; and he says, poor youth, that by command was he driven to sail these seas.
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