At gravida arcanis Cymes anus attigit ore postquam sacrificum delibavitque cruorem, in decus egregiae vultus intenta iuventae aetherea fruerer cum luce, haud segniter, inquit, Cymaeo populis vox nostra sonabat in antro.
But when the ancient dame of Cyme, that depository of hidden things, had tasted with her lips the blood of the victims, she gazed on the goodly face of the young hero: While yet I enjoyed the light of heaven, she said, my voice was not silent but rang out to the nations from the cave of Cyme.
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