demittit propere succinctam nubibus Irim, quae nimios frenet motus, ac talia fatur: I, dea, et Oenotris velox allabere terris germanoque truces, dic, Pallas mitiget iras nec speret fixas Parcarum vertere leges; dic etiam: ni desistis (nam virus et aestus flammiferae novi mentis) nec corripis iram, aegida praecellant quantum horrida fulmina, nosces.
He made haste to send Iris down, girt about with clouds, to quell their exceeding wrath. Go, goddess, he said, and glide swiftly down to the land of Oenotriab; and bid Pallas to abate her fury against her brother, and not to hope that she can reverse the fixed laws of Fate. Tell her this also: if she persists and still cherishes her anger'for I know the fierceness and rage of her fiery heart'she shall learn how far my dreadful thunderbolts outdo her aegis.
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