hic spumante salo iaciens tumida exta profatur: Paruimus, genetrix, quamquam haut toleranda iuberes, paruimus nimium: bella ad Troiana ratesque Argolicas quaesitus eo.
Here he speaks as he casts the swollen entrails on the foaming billow: Mother, I obeyed you though your commands were more than I could bear, too much I obeyed: I go to the Trojan war and the Argive ships. They have looked for me.
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