sic adeo insistit secumque ita corde volutat: en, quid ago? rursusne procos inrisa priores experiar, Nomadumque petam conubia supplex, quos ego sim totiens iam dedignata maritos? Iliacas igitur classis atque ultima Teucrum iussa sequar? quiane auxilio iuvat ante levatos et bene apud memores veteris stat gratia facti? quis me autem, fac velle, sinet ratibusve superbis invisam accipiet? nescis, heu! perdita, necdum Laomedonteae sentis periuria gentis? quid tum? sola fuga nautas comitabor ovantis? an Tyriis omnique manu stipata meorum inferar et, quos Sidonia vix urbe revelli, rursus agam pelago et ventis dare vela iubebo? quin morere, ut merita es, ferroque averte dolorem.
Thus then she begins, and thus alone revolves her thoughts in her heart: See, what am I to do? Shall I once more make trial of my old wooers, only to be mocked, and shall I humbly sue for marriage with Numidians, whom I have scorned so often as husbands? Shall I then follow the Ilian ships and the Trojans uttermost commands? Is it because they are thankful for aid once given, and gratitude for past kindness stands firm in their mindful hearts? But who'suppose that I wished it'will suffer me, or take one so hated on those haughty ships? Ah! lost one, do you not yet understand nor perceive the treason of Laomedons race? What then? Shall I on my own accompany the exultant sailors in their flight? Or, surrounded by all my Tyrian band, shall I pursue, and shall I again drive seaward the men whom I could scarce tear from the Sidonian city, and bid them unfurl their sails to the winds? Nay, die as you deserve, and with the sword end your sorrow.
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