sed postquam curvas dominum comprendere falces, frugibus et veram sensit adesse manum, nuncait, o miseri, dilecta relinquite rura, cum spem de propriis viribus ille petit.
But when she perceived that the owner was gripping the curved sickle and that his true hand was near the crops, she said, Now, my poor dears, abandon the fields you love so well, now that he seeks the fulfilment of his hopes from his own powers.
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