At ille, digitum a pollice proximum ori suo admovens et in stuporem attonitus, Tace, tace inquit; et circumspiciens tutamenta sermonis, Parce inquit in feminam divinam, ne quam tibi lingua intemperante noxam contrahas.
But he put his index finger to his lips, shocked and stunned: Shhh! Quiet! he said. Then, after looking around to make sure it was safe to talk, he said, Beware of speaking ill of the inspired woman, in case the intemperance of your tongue do you a mischief.
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