Has inter medias Dryopes in imagine maesta flet Venus et saevis ardens dea planctibus instat primaque Sarmaticas utinam Fortuna dedisset insedisse domos tristesque habitasse pruinas, plaustra sequi, vel iam patriae vidisse per ignes culmen agi stragemque deum; nam cetera belli perpetimur mene ille novis, me destinat amens servitiis?
Midst of them all in the form of the sorrowing Dryope Venus stands and weeps. Her fierce and passionate complainings never cease, and first she spoke: O would that it had been my lot to find a home among the Sarmatians, to dwell amid the grim frosts and to follow a waggon, or even to have looked upon the flames devouring my fathers house, and the ruin of our temples; for all the other misfortunes of war, are they not ours? What? does he, does that madman think to put the strange yoke of slavery on me?
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