Procedunt, iterumque monens iterumque fatigans blanda Thetis: Sic ergo gradum, sic ora manusque, nate, feres comitesque modis imitabere fictis, ne te suspectum molli non misceat aulae rector et incepti pereant mendacia furti.
They go forward. Gently Thetis cautions and presses, over and over again: So then, my son, will you bear your step, so face and hands, copying your companions in fashions feigned, lest the ruler suspect you nor let you join the soft quarters and the falsehood of our artful enterprise go for nothing.
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