ad haec vates vi denique multa ardentis oculos intorsit lumine glauco, et graviter frendens sic fatis ora resolvit: Non te nullius exercent numinis irae; magna luis commissa: tibi has miserabilis Orpheus haudquaquam ad meritum poenas, ni fata resistant, suscitat, et rapta graviter pro coniuge saevit.
On this the seer, yielding at last to mighty force, rolled on him eyes ablaze with grey-green light, and, grimly gnashing his teeth, thus opened his lips to tell of fates decrees:   It is a god, no other, whose anger pursues you: great is the crime you are paying for; this punishment, far less than you deserve, unhappy Orpheus arouses against you'did not Fate interpose'and rages implacably for the loss of his bride.
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