Talia cernenti mitis subit alta Dianae corda dolor, fletuque genas violata, quod, inquit, nunc tibi, quod leti quaeram dea fida propinqui effugium? haecne ultro properasti in proelia, saeve ac miserande puer? cruda heu festinaque virtus suasit et hortatrix animosi gloria leti! scilicet angustum iamdudum urguentibus annis Maenalium tibi, parve, nemus, perque antra ferarum vix tutae sine matre viae, silvestria cuius nondum tela procax arcumque implere valebas.
As Diana sees the spectacle, tender grief goes to the depth of her heart and she violates her cheeks with tears: What refuge, ah what she says from approaching death can your faithful goddess find you now? Did you of your own will hurry into this battle, cruel and pitiable boy? Alas, valour raw and impatient persuaded you, and the urging glory of a courageous death. This long while past, it seems, Maenalus forest has been too small for you, little lad, as the years pressed you on, and those paths through wild beasts dens scarce safe without your mother, whose woodland weapons and bow your impudence had not yet strength to handle.
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