stat terra fugiente gradus, et poplite tenso lubrica saxa tenet, genibusque obnixus et haerens subruta fallaci servat vestigia limo, sic etiam increpitans: unde haec, Ismene, repente ira tibi? quove has traxisti gurgite vires, imbelli famulate deo solumque cruorem femineis experte choris, cum Bacchica mugit buxus et insanae maculant trieterida matres?
He stands firm as the ground flees his steps, his tense legs hold to the slippery rocks, he strains with his knees and clings, keeping the foothold that the treacherous mud undermines. So too he makes reproach: Whence, Ismenos, this sudden wrath of yours? From what flood have you drawn such strength, slave of an  unwarlike god? The only blood you have seen is in womens dances, when Bacchus pipe is lowing and mad mothers foully hold triennial festival.
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