neque in his mora; quos ubi plures quam ratus innumeris videt excursare latebris, hos deire iugis, illos e vallibus imis crescere, nec paucos campo, totumque sub armis collucere iter, ut clausas indagine profert in medium vox prima feras, quae sola medendi turbata ratione via est, petit ardua dirae Sphingos et abscisis infringens cautibus uncas exsuperat iuga dura manus, scopuloque potitus, unde procul tergo metus et via prona nocendi, saxum ingens, quod vix plena cervice gementes vertere humo et muris valeant inferre iuvenci, rupibus avellit;
Nor do they tarry. He sees them in numbers greater than he had thought rushing out from countless hiding places, some descending from the ridges, others multiplying from the depth of the valley, from the plain not a few, all the road gleaming with weaponry, as when a first shout brings net-encircled beasts into the open. Distraught, he has but one resource; he seeks the steep place of the fell Sphinx. Tearing his clutching hands on the sheer crag, he scales the harsh height and gains a cliff where danger from the rear is remote and the way to hurt runs downward. From the rocks he plucks a huge boulder, which groaning steers with full strength of neck could scarce tear from the ground and bring within walls;
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