diffugimus, festasque dapes redimitaque vina abripiunt famuli; nec quo convivia migrent, quamvis innumerae gaudentia rura superne insedere domus et multo culmine dives mons nitet; instantes sed proxima quaerere nimbi suadebant laesique fides reditura sereni.
We scatter, and the servants snatch up the festal fare and garlanded wine. Our picnic has nowhere to go, though countless houses sit above the smiling fields and the wealthy mountain shines with many a lofty rooftop; but the urgent shower and assurance soon to return of interrupted sunshine persuaded us to seek the nearest cover.
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