Sentit Laertius heros maerentem et placidis aggressus flectere dictis: Tene, inquit, magnae vastator debite Troiae, quem Danaae classes, quem divum oracula poscunt, erectumque manet reserato in limine Bellum, callida femineo genetrix violavit amictu commisitque illis tam grandia furta latebris speravitque fidem? nimis o suspensa nimisque mater! an haec tacita virtus torperet in umbra, quae vix audito litui clangore refugit et Thetin et comites et quos suppresserat ignes? nec nostrum est quod in arma venis sequerisque precantis; venisses.
Fire hidden in his heart is reborn and valour yields place. The hero son of Laertes perceives his sorrow and essays to turn him with gentle speech: Destined sacker of great Troy, demanded of the Danaan fleet and the oracles of the gods, awaited by War standing tall at his unbarred threshold, did your crafty mother defile you with womans apparel and commit so grand a cheat to that hiding place and hope the secret would be kept? Too fearful she, too much a mother! Was such valour to lie torpid in silent shade? Trumpet blast scarce heard, it fled Thetis and companions and passion suppressed. Tis not our doing that you come to arms and follow our entreaties. You would have come.
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