Huic percussa nova mentem formidine mater duc, age, duc ad nos; fas illi limina divum tangere ait: simul alta iubet discedere late flumina, qua iuvenis gressus inferret.
To her the mother, her soul smitten with strange dread, cries: O bring him, bring him to us; lawful it is for him to tread the threshold divine. And withal, she bade the deep streams part asunder far, that so the youth might enter in.
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