ille refert contra, et paulum respirat ab armis: olim te, Cirrhaee pater, peritura sedentem ad iuga (quis tantus miseris honor?) axe trementi sensimus; instantes quonam usque morabere manes? audio iam rapidae cursum Stygis atraque Ditis flumina tergeminosque mali custodis hiatus.
He answers, taking breath awhile from fighting: Long have I felt you by the swaying axle, Cirrhaean father, as you sit at the doomed yoke (wherefore such honour to the unfortunate?). How long shall you delay the death at hand? Already I hear the flow of swift Styx, the black rivers of Dis, the triple gape of the evil guardian.
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