non me ulli monitus, nec vatum exorsa furentum sollicitant vanisque movent (sibi callidus ista Tiresias nataeque canat), non si ipse reclusis comminus ex adytis in me insaniret Apollo.
No commands, no words of frenzied seers trouble me or move me with their vanities (let crafty Tiresias chant such for himself and his daughter), no, not if Apollo himself were to unbar his shrine and rave in my face.
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