flecte ratem motusque, pater, nec vulnere nostro aequora pande viris: veteris sat conscia luctus silva Padi et viso flentes genitore sorores.
Turn the vessels course, sire, and open not the sea for them to my hurt; the wood of Padus knows enough of my ancient sorrows, and the sisters who weep as they look upon their father.
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