tandem fessa tremens longis mugitibus ora solvit, et oppositum vox eluctata furorem est: Quo rapis ingentem magni Chironis alumnum femineis, Nerei, dolis? huc mitte: quid aufers? non patiar: meus iste, meus.
At last in trembling he opens his weary mouth in long-drawn howls and his voice struggles free from opposing frenzy: Whither, oh Nereid, are you hailing great Chirons mighty foster child with your womans wiles? Send him here. Why do you carry him away? I shall not suffer it. He is mine, mine.
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