I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.
Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?
It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.