Dixerat, et pariter senior Phoebeaque virgo erexere animos; illi formidine nulla, quippe in corde deus; solum timor obruit ingens Oedipodioniden, vatisque horrenda canentis nunc umeros nunc ille manus et vellera prensat anxius inceptisque velit desistere sacris.
He spoke. The old man and Phoebus maiden were all attention. They had no fear, for the god was in their breasts. Only the son of Oedipus is overwhelmed by a mighty dread. In his agitation he grasps now the shoulders, now the hands, now the fillets of the seer as he intones his fearsome chant and would fain abandon the rites commenced.
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