Tempus erat iunctos cum iam soror ignea Phoebi sentit equos penitusque cavam sub luce parata Oceani mugire domum, seseque vagantem colligit et leviter moto fugat astra flagello: concilium rex triste vocat, quaeruntque gementes quis tripodas successor agat, quo prodita laurus transeat atque orbum vittae decus.
It was the hour before ready dawn, when Phoebus fiery sister knows his horses are yoked and hears the roaring of Oceans hollow house deep down heralding daybreak and collects her wandering self and with a flick of her whip puts the stars to flight. The king summons his gloomy council. With groaning they ask who is to succeed, who will manage the tripods, to whom will pass the forsaken laurel and the orphaned glory of the fillet.
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