nam laeta ferebant exaudisse adytis, sacra cum voce tonaret antrum, et mugiret Phoebo iam intrata sacerdos: solvite, gens Veneris, graviores corde timores; adversa, et quicquid duri sub Marte manebat, exhaustum est vobis: restant leviora laborum et sine pernicie terror, dis vota precesque ferte modo et tepidos aris libate cruores.
For they reported that they had heard glad tidings at the shrine, when the divine voice thundered through the grotto, and the priestess, possessed by the god, muttered her message: Children of Venus, dismiss from your hearts all graver fears. You have done now with defeat and all the calamities of war that were appointed for you. Lighter tasks remain, and danger, but not destruction. Only make prayer and supplication to the gods and wet their altars with warm blood.
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