tum madidos crines et glauca fronde revinctum attollit cum voce caput: poenasne superbas insuper et nomen Trebiae delere minaris, o regnis inimice meis?
Then the river-god raised his dripping locks and his head crowned with blue-green weed, and spoke thus: Arrogant man and enemy of my realm, do you threaten to punish me further and to wipe out my name?
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