quae contra breviter fata est Amphrysia vates: nullae hic insidiae tales (absiste moveri), nec vim tela ferunt; licet ingens ianitor antro aeternum latrans exsanguis terreat umbras; casta licet patrui servet Proserpina limen.
In answer the Amphrysian soothsayer spoke briefly: No such trickery is here; be not troubled; our weapons offer no force; the huge doorkeeper may from his cave with endless howl affright the bloodless shades; Proserpine may in purity keep within her uncles threshold.
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