ipse graves fluctus clavumque audire negantem lassat agens Tiphys palletque et plurima mutat imperia ac laevas dextrasque obtorquet in undas proram navifragis avidam concurrere saxis, donec ab extremae cuneo ratis Aesone natus Palladios oleae, Mopsi gestamina, ramos extulit et, socium turba prohibente, poposcit foedera; praecipites vocem involvere procellae.
Tiphys himself wearies the massive billows and the helm that will not hear him, grows pale, and with many a change of orders turns the prow, so greedy to collide with wrecker rocks, to waters left and right; until from the vessels uttermost angle Aesons son hoisted branches of Palladian olive, Mopsus wear, and asked for a truce, though his comrade crew forbade. The rushing tempest swallowed his voice.
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