sic rudis Antigone, senior cui talia Phorbas: mille sagittiferos gelidae de colle Tanagrae promovet ecce Dryas; hic, cui nivea arma tridentem atque auro rude fulmen habent, Orionis alti non falsus virtute nepos: procul, oro, paternum omen et innuptae vetus excidat ira Dianae.
So in her ignorance Antigone, to whom thus old Phorbas replies:  See, Dryas brings up a thousand archers from cold Tanagras hill. His snow-white shield bears a trident and a rude thunderbolt in gold. He is the grandson (and his valour attests it) of tall Orion. Far, I pray, be the ancestral omen and may virgin Diana forget her ancient wrath.
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