tune etiam telis moriere Dianae?   dixit, et aurata volucrem Threissa sagittam deprompsit pharetra cornuque infensa tetendit et duxit longe, donec curvata coirent inter se capita et manibus iam tangeret aequis, laeva aciem ferri, dextra nervoque papillam.
Shall you too die by Dianas darts? So spoke the Thracian nymph, and from gilded quiver plucked a winged shaft, stretched the bow with full intent, and drew it far, till the curving ends met together and, with levelled hands, she could touch the steels point with her left, her breast with her right and with the bow string.