nec mora, cum maestam monitu Letoida duro increpat assistens: non haec tibi proelia divum dat pater; armiferum ni protinus improba campum deseris, huic aequam nosces nec Pallada dextrae.
No delay, he stands by Letos sad daughter and upbraids her with a harsh warning: Not these are the battles that the Father of the gods gives you. Unless you leave the field of arms at once, shameless jade, you shall know that Pallas herself is no match for this right hand.
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