dixerat haec stratoque graves proiecerat artus, si veniat miserata quies, cum saevior ipse turbat agitque sopor: supplex hinc sternitur hospes, hinc pater.
So did she speak, and had flung her weary limbs upon her bed, if haply repose may come in pity, whereupon sleep itself still more cruelly drives her distraught: on this side the stranger kneels imploring, on that her sire.
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