alii ventosis follibus auras accipiunt redduntque, alii stridentia tingunt aera lacu; gemit impositis incudibus antrum; illi inter sese multa vi bracchia tollunt in numerum, versantque tenaci forcipe massam.
Some with panting bellows make the blasts come and go, others dipthe hissing bronze in the lake, while the cavern groans under the anvils laid upon it. They with mighty force, now one, now another, raise their arms in measured cadence, and turn the metal with gripping tongs.