saeva quidem lucis miseris mora; dent tamen, oro, unum illum mihi fata diem, qui fallat Achivos sic meritos quoque hunc videam virtute superbum Aesoniden tantos flentem sine honore labores.
Verily, for the wretched it is cruelty to tarry in the light; yet may the fates grant me but the one day, that may play the Achaeans false as they deserve, and that I may see this Jason who so flaunts his prowess mourn that such labours meet with no reward.
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