ille refert: modo quam metuis, precor, exue curam et tecum viles, improbe, tolle minas; nam sat erit sacrum divis fudisse cruorem quam rabido fauces exsaturare lupo.
The kid replied, Just drop, I pray you, the anxiety which is your dread, and take yourself off and your trumpery threats too, you rogue. I shall be content to pour out my blood in a sacrifice to the gods rather than gorge the throat of a ravenous wolf.
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