sustulit hic geminas Phineus ad sidera palmas te que ait iniusti, quae nunc premis, ira Tonantis ante precor, nostrae tandem iam parce senectae; sit modus; et fore credo equidem; nam vestra voluntas non, iuvenes, sine pace deum.
Then Phineus raised his two hands to heaven and cried: Thee first do I supplicate, wrath of the unjust Thunderer, that now oppressest me, spare now my grey hairs at the last, some limit let there be; ay, that there will be I verily think, for tis not without heavens favour, O youths, that I have your goodwill.
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