fida rogat genetrix: utinam indulgere precanti Fata darent! en ipse mei (pudet!) irritus arma cultoris frondesque sacras ad inania vidi Tartara et in memet versos descendere vultus; nec tenui currus terraeque abrupta coegi, saevus ego immeritusque coli.
His loyal mother asks you. Would that the Fates were letting you grant her prayer! Look at me! Myself helpless I saw my votarys arms (for shame!) and sacred fronds and the face he turned to me go down to Tartarus void. Nor did I check his chariot and close deaths chasm, cruel that I am and undeserving of worship.
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