ut vero e tereti demisit nebrida collo errantesque sinus hedera collegit et alte cinxit purpureis flaventia tempora vittis vibravitque gravi redimitum missile dextra, attonito stat turba metu sacrisque relictis illum ambire libet pronosque attollere vultus.
But when he dropped the fawnskin from his rounded neck, collecting the straying folds with ivy and binding his flaxen temples with purple fillets and brandishing the wreathed missile  with heavy hand, the throng stood amazed and afraid; leaving their rites, they are fain to gather round him and lift their downcast faces.
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