illa quis et me inquit miseram et te perdidit, Orpheu, quis tantus furor? en iterum crudelia retro fata vocant conditque natantia lumina somnus.
She cried: What madness, Orpheus, what dreadful madness has brought disaster alike upon you and me, poor soul? See, again the cruel Fates call me back, and sleep seals my swimming eyes.
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