At vos, umbrarum reges Ennaeaque Iuno, si laudanda precor, taedas auferte comasque Eumenidum; nullo sonet asper ianitor ore, Centauros Hydraeque greges Scyllaeaque monstra aversae celent valles, umbramque senilem invitet ripis discussa plebe supremus vector et in media componat molliter alga.
But you rulers of the shades and Juno of Enna, if my prayers are praiseworthy, take away the torches and hair of the Furies. Let not the harsh warder bark with any mouth, let remote valleys hide Centaurs and Hydras swarm and Scyllas monsters, and let the ferryman of the dead invite the aged shade to the bank, scattering the populace, and lay him softly among the weed.
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