iamque dies aderat profugis cum regibus aptum fumat Aricinum Triviae nemus et face multa conscius Hippolyti splendet lacus.
Now the day was nearly come when Trivias Arician wood, apt for runaway kings, makes smoke and the lake privy to Hippolytus shines with many a torch.
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