quo, saeve, minantia flectis ora? quid alternus vultus pallorque ruborque mutat, et obnixi frangunt mala murmura dentes?.
Whither, cruel man, do you turn your threatening gaze? Why does your face grow pale and red by turns? Why do your clenched teeth check evil mutterings?
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