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At length, when tumult sinks to stilly rest, and when the De’ities all their greetings close, to them Thyóneus opes his hidden breast, and the sad secret of his torment shows:
- A shade of sadness marks his look and gest, as though deprest by sense of ’during woes, resolved with alien steel alone to slay right soon the Lusus men, he ’gan to say:—