at postquam exhausto iam flumine vicerat aestum, ponit vix siccis tristia iura labris: Maxima quae gregibus devotast Ara repertis, ara per has inquit maxima facta manus, haec nullis umquam pateat veneranda puellis, Herculis externi ne sit inulta sitis.
But after he had slaked his parched throat and completely drained the stream, with lips hardly dry he pronounces this stern decree: Let the Mightiest Altar, he said, dedicated on the recovery of my cattle, made mightiest by my hands, never be open to the worship of maidens, so that the thirst of the stranger Hercules go not unavenged.
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