hanc pueri, tamquam praedem pro carmine possent sumere fasque esset calamos tractare deorum, invadunt furto; sed nec resonare canorem fistula quem suerat nec vult contexere carmen, sed pro carminibus male dissona sibila reddi, cum Pan excussus sonitu stridentis avenae iamque videns pueri, si carmina poscitis inquit, ipse canam: nulli fas est inflare cicutas, quas ego Maenaliis cera coniungo sub antris.
This the boys seized by stealth, as though they could take it to be a surety for a song, as though twere right to handle the reed-pipes of gods. But neither would the pipe sound its wonted music, nor would it weave its song, but instead of songs it rendered vilely discordant screeches, till Pan was awakened by the din of the strident pipe, and, now seeing them, said, Boys, if songs ye call for, I myself will sing. No man may blow upon the hemlock stalks which I fashion with wax within Maenalian caves.
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