tum pavor et gelidus defixit Castora sanguis; nam nec ad Elei pugnam videt ora parentis, nec sonat Oebalius caveae favor aut iuga nota Taygeti, lavitur patrios ubi victor ad amnes, nec pretium sonipes aut sacrae taurus harenae, praemia sed manes reclusaque ianua leti.
Then did fear grip Castor and icy chill of blood; for it is no contest before the face of his Elean sire that he watches, nor do the cheers of the Oebalian ring re-echo or Taygetus well-known range, where the victor washes himself by his native streams, nor is the prize of the accursed sand a bull or a steed with sounding hooves, but the guerdon is a mans life and the gate of death unbarred.
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