utque procul magicis spirantia tecta venenis et saevae patuere fores oblataque contra omnia, quae ponto, quae manibus eruit imis et quae sanguineo lunae destrinxit ab ore, tune sequeris ait quidquam aut patiere pudendum, cum tibi tot mortes scelerisque brevissima tanti effugia? haec dicens, qua non velocior ulla pestis erat, toto nequiquam lumine lustrat cunctaturque super morituraque colligit iras.
And when from afar the chambers breathing magic spells burst open and the grim doors flew wide, and she gazed at all that she had torn from the ocean-bed or from the shades below, or drawn down from the blood-red visage of the moon, Wilt thou pursue, she said, or submit to aught that is shameful, when thou hast so many means of death and quick escape from a deed so wicked? So saying, she gazes with full force of her vision, but all in vain, upon the swiftest of her poisons, and lingers over it, and would fain summon up her wrath upon deaths brink.
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