at vigil omni Fama sono vanos rerum succincta tumultus antevolat currum flatuque impulsa gementum alipedum trepidas denso cum murmure plumas excutit: urguet enim stimulis auriga cruentis facta, infecta loqui, curruque infestus ab alto terga comasque deae Scythica pater increpat hasta.
But Rumour, alert to every sound and girt with false news of tumult, flies before his car; sped forward by the breath of the groaning coursers, she shakes out her ruffled feathers with a deep whirring; for the driver urges her with bloody goads to speak both true and false, and the father  from his lofty chariot angrily chides the back and hair of the goddess with his Scythian lance.
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