illa quidem clamore nemus montemque replevit; sed Bacchi comites, discussa nube soporis, signa choris indicta putant; fragor undique notus tollitur, et thyrsos iterum vibrabat Achilles, ante tamen dubiam verbis solatus amicis: Ille ego (quid trepidas?) genitum quem caerula mater paene Iovi silvis nivibusque immisit alendum Thessalicis.
The girl filled wood and mountain with her cries, but Bacchus companions shake aside their cloud of slumber and think it a signal for the dance. From all sides the familiar shout is raised and Achilles once more brandishes the wands. First though he comforts the doubting girl with friendly speech: I am he (why do you tremble?) that my sea-green mother almost bore to Jove and sent to Thessalys woods and snows to be reared.
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