ille etiam, magnos Fatis rumpentibus actus, cum traheret letale merum, iam mortis opaca nube gravis vultus alios in numine caro aeraque supremis timuit sudantia mensis.
He too, when the Fates were breaking off his mighty deeds and he drank the fatal liquor and deaths dark cloud oppressed him, was afraid at the changed look of his beloved deity and the bronze sweating on his final table.
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