heia, abrumpe moras! sine perfida palleat Ide, et iuvet haec audire patrem, pudeatque dolosam sic pro te timuisse Thetin.
Up now, no more delay! Let treacherous Ide turn pale, let your father rejoice to hear the news and wily Thetis be ashamed to have so feared for you.
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