excipit hunc saeva sic fatus voce Colaxes: vos Scythiae saturare canes Scythiaeque volucres huc miseri venistis? ait saxumque prehensum, illius et dextrae gestamen et illius aevi, concussa molitur humo, quod regia Iuno flexit ad ignotum caput infletumque Monesi.
With angry words Colaxes greets him thus: Is it to sate the dogs and birds of Scythia that ye, poor wretches, are hither come? he says, and grasps and hurls from the upheaved earth a rock, a missile suited to that right hand and to that age, but royal Juno turned it away to the head, unknown and un-lamented, of Monesus;
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