ast illae diversa metu per litora passim diffugiunt silvasque et sicubi concava furtim saxa petunt; piget incepti lucisque, suosque mutatae agnoscunt, excussaque pectore Iuno est.
But the women scatter in dismay over the shores this way and that, and make stealthily for the woods and the hollow rocks they anywhere can find. They loathe the deed and the light of day; with changed thoughts they know their kin, and Juno is shaken from their hearts.
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