impiger hunc raptor mediamque secutus in urbem temptat compositis sollicitare dolis: nonne vides inquit, cunctis ut victima templis immitem regemens morte cruentet humum? quod nisi securo valeas te reddere campo, ei mihi, vittata tu quoque fronte cades.
The beast of prey was unwearied and, pursuing the kid into the heart of the town, tried to lure him with studied wiles. Do you not see, he said, how in all the temples a victim amid repeated groans stains the pitiless ground with its life-blood? But if you are not able to return to the safety of the meadow, ah me, you too will die with the sacrificial fillet round your brow.
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