ibimus inquit, solus et hos montes desertaque lustra tenebis, care puer, nec res ultra mirabere nostras? haec fatus relegitque vias et vallibus exit incertus, quid Iuno ferat, quas apparet iras.
Shall I go then, he cries, and shalt thou dwell alone on these hills and desolate wilds, dear youth, nor marvel any more at my deeds? So speaking he retraces his path and leaves the glens, uncertain what Juno may have in store, what angers she may be preparing.
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