ipsi animus nondum nec cordi fixa voluntas; fessa iacet stratis, ubi quondam conscia culpae Lemnia deprenso repserunt vincula lecto.
She herself has no mind as yet, no will fixed in her heart. Weary she lies on the draperies where once the Lemnian chains crept over the bed they had surprised, privy to the guilt.
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