Eurum ad se Zephyrumque vocat, dehinc talia fatur: Tantane vos generis tenuit fiducia vestri? iam caelum terramque meo sine numine, venti, miscere et tantas audetis tollere moles? quos ego'! sed motos praestat componere fluctus: post mihi non simili poena commissa luetis.
East Wind and West he calls before him, then speaks thus: Has pride in your birth so gained control of you? Do you now dare, winds, without command of mine, to mingle earth and sky, and raise confusion thus? Whom I'! But better it is to calm the troubled waves: hereafter with another penalty shall you pay me for your crimes.
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