ubi tunc, cum bella cieret Bacchus et armatas furiarent orgia matres? aut ubi segnis eras, dum Martius impia serpens stagna bibit, dum Cadmus arat, dum victa cadit Sphinx, dum rogat Oedipoden genitor, dum lampade nostra in thalamos Iocasta venit? sic urguet, et ultro vitantem aspectus etiam pudibundaque longe ora reducentem premit astridentibus hydris intentatque faces; deiectam in lumina pallam diva trahit magnoque fugit questura Tonanti.
Where were you then, when Bacchus stirred up war and his orgies drove armed matrons mad? Or where were you idling while the Martian snake drank the unholy pool, while Cadmus ploughed and the Sphinx fell vanquished, while Oedipus was questioned by his father,  while Jocasta came to the marriage chamber by our torchs light? So she urges, and as the other shrinks from her very aspect and draws her own modest countenance far back, presses her with hissing serpents and brandishes her torch. The goddess draws her cloak down over her eyes and flees to complain to the great Thunderer.
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