trepido scelus ordine pando, quis dolor, unde animi: vis nulla arcere furentes; hac sequere, o miserande; premunt aderuntque moranti, et mecum fortasse cades.
To him as he trembled I reveal the crime in sequence, what the grief, whence the bold spirit: They are mad, no force can keep them off. Follow this way, unfortunate. They press, they will be on you if you tarry, and mayhap you will fall with me.
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