Iamque Atalantaeas implerat nuntius aures ire ducem bello totamque impellere natum Arcadiam: tremuere gradus, elapsaque iuxta tela; fugit silvas pernicior alite vento saxa per et plenis obstantia flumina ripis, qualis erat, correpta sinus et vertice flavum crinem sparsa Noto; raptis velut aspera natis praedatoris equi sequitur vestigia tigris.
Now the news had filled Atalantas ears, that her son was going a captain to war and moving all Arcadia. Her steps tottered, her weapon fell by her side. Swifter than winged wind she flees the forest over rocks and rivers that blocked her way with brimming banks, just as she was, her robe girt up, the yellow hair on her head scattering in the breeze, as an angry tigress bereft of her cubs follows the tracks of the robber horse.
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