sed luce remota si nulla est venia, et merito mors ipsa laborat, perfidiae Poenus quibus aut Phlegethontis in undis exuret ductor scelus, aut quae digna renatos ales in aeternum laniabit morsibus artus? ne metue, exclamat vates.
But, if there is no forgiveness in the land of darkness and death itself is justly punished, how shall Hannibal suffer enough for his treachery? Will the waters of Phlegethon serve to burn away his sin, or will some bird tear with its beak for ever his body for ever renewed? Fear not, cried the priestess:
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