ut vero infames scopulos silvamque nefandam perventum, ceu nulla prius lamenta nec atri manassent imbres, sic ore miserrimus uno exoritur fragor, aspectuque accensa cruento turba furit: stat sanguineo discissus amictu Luctus atrox caesoque invitat pectore matres.
But when they came to the ill-famed rocks and the accursed wood, it was as though no prior wailing, no bitter tears  had flowed'a clamour most pitiful rises in a single voice; inflamed by the bloody sight, the multitude maddens. There stands Mourning, terrible, his raiment torn and bleeding, and striking his bosom invites the mothers.
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