hic iterum extremae nequiquam in limine portae substitit atque iterum fletus animique soluti, respexitque deam paulumque his vocibus haesit: ipse rogat certe meque ipse implorat Iason? nullane culpa subest, labes non ulla pudoris, nullus amor? nec turpe viro servire precanti? illa nihil contra vocesque abrumpit inanes.
Here once more on the threshold of the outmost gate she halted, in vain, and once more her tears gave vent to passion, and looking on the goddess she stayed awhile, speaking thus: Is it true that Jason himself is asking, himself imploring me? Lurks here no blame, no stain on modesty, no passion? And is it not shame to serve a man who begs? Naught answered the other, and cut short her empty words.
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