terror habet populos, cum saeptus imagine torva ingreditur pugnas, bis Thesea bisque cruentas caede videre manus: veteres reminiscitur actus ipse tuens sociumque gregem metuendaque quondam limina et absumpto pallentem Cnosida filo.
Terror seizes the folk when he goes into battle fenced by the grim picture; they see Theseus double, and double his hands reeking with carnage. He himself remembers his deeds of yore, he gazes at the comrade band and the once-dreaded threshold and the Cnosian maiden, pale as the thread gives out.
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