incipit: huncne mihi, superum regnator, honorem quod totiens hospesque tuis et conscius actis (nec memorare timor) falsa nunc improba fronte cornua, nunc vetitam currus disiungere Phoeben, dotalesque rogos deceptaque fulmina vidi praecipuosque alui natorum? an vilis et illis gratia? ad hunc certe repsit Tirynthius amnem, hac tibi flagrantem Bromium restinximus unda.
begins: Ruler of the High Ones, is this my reward? So often I have been host and confidant to your doings, nor am I afraid to recount them. I saw your shameless horns on a false brow, and Phoebe forbidden to unyoke her chariot, and pyres for marriage gifts and lightnings deceived;  and I nurtured the foremost of your sons. Or do they too hold my service so cheap? Sure it is that the Tirynthian crawled to this river and that with this water we extinguished Bromius flames for you.
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