Iamdudum tacito lustrat Thetis omnia visu nec perpessa moras: Ubinam mea pignora, Chiron, dic, ait, aut cur ulla puer iam tempora ducit te sine? non merito trepidus sopor atraque matri signa deum et magnos utinam mentita timores? namque modo infensos utero mihi contuor enses, nunc planctu livere manus, modo in ubera saevas ire feras; saepe ipsa'nefas!'sub inania natum Tartara et ad Stygios iterum fero mergere fontes.
Long does Thetis survey it all with silent gaze. Brooking no delay, she speaks: Where is my child, Chiron, say. Why does the boy now spend any time apart from you? Is there not good cause for my troubled sleep, for the dark portents of the gods telling my mothers heart dire fears'falsely, I pray? Now I see swords threatening my womb, now my hands bruised with lamentation, now wild beasts attacking my breasts. Often I myself (oh horror!) am bearing my son down hollow Tartarus, bearing him to dip again in the waters of Styx.
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