cum te iussit habere puellam cornua Iuno et pecoris duro perdere verba sono, ah quotiens quernis laesisti frondibus ora, mandisti et stabulis arbuta pasta tuis! an, quoniam agrestem detraxit ab ore figuram Iuppiter, idcirco facta superba deas? an tibi non satis est fuscis Aegyptus alumnis? cur tibi tam longa Roma petita via?.
When Juno bade you, a human girl, put on horns and drown your speech in the hoarse lowing of a cow, ah, how often did you chafe your mouth with oak leaves and chew in your stall the arbute you had fed on! Is it because Jupiter has taken that wild shape from your features that you have become such a haughty goddess? Are the swarthy daughters of Egypt too few for your worship?
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