at senior, nullam verbis compulsus in iram, vertebat solitam vomere fessus humum, donec deposito per prata liceret aratro molliter herboso procubuisse toro.
But the old ox, not at all angered by the words, went on wearily turning the soil as usual with the share, till he was allowed to drop the plough and to lie at his ease on a grassy bed in the meadows.
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