haec fatur virgo, et pernicibus ignea plantis transit equum cursu frenisque adversa prehensis congreditur poenasque inimico ex sanguine sumit: quam facile accipiter saxo sacer ales ab alto consequitur pennis sublimem in nube columbam comprensamque tenet pedibusque eviscerat uncis; tum cruor et vulsae labuntur ab aethere plumae.
So cries the maiden and with fleet foot, swift as lightning, she crosses the horses path and, seizing the reins, meets him face to face and takes vengeance from his hated blood: as lightly as a falcon, bird of augury,     swooping from a lofty rock, overtakes a dove on the wing in a high cloud, then holds her in his clutch and with crooked claws tears out her heart, while blood and rent plumage flutter from the sky.
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