Arcadii perhibent si vera coloni, stridor ibi et gemitus poenarum, atroque tumultu fervet ager; saepe Eumenidum vocesque manusque in medium sonuere diem, Letique triformis ianitor agricolas campis auditus abegit.
If the husbandmen of Arcady  speak true, there is screaming here and groaning of punishments, the land is astir with dark tumult. Often have the voices and hands of the Furies sounded into the broad of day, and the triformed janitor of Death  been heard by rustics driving them from the fields.
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