cassusne sacerdos audior? an, rabido iubeat si Thessala cantu, ibitis? et, Scythicis quotiens medicata venenis Colchis aget, trepido pallebunt Tartara motu? nostri cura minor? si non attollere bustis corpora nec plenas antiquis ossibus urnas egerere et mixtos caelique Erebique sub unum funestare deos libet aut exsanguia ferro ora sequi atque aegras functorum carpere fibras, ne tenues annos nubemque hanc frontis opacae spernite, ne, moneo: et nobis saevire facultas.
Am I, the priest, heard for nothing? If a Thessalian witchs rabid chant were to command you, will you come? Or when a Colchian drugged with Scythian poisons drives, shall Tartarus turn pale and start in fright? And do you care less for me? If I have no mind to raise bodies from tombs or empty urns filled with ancient bones or profane the gods of Erebus and heaven commingled or pursue bloodless faces with the knife and pluck the sick entrails of the dead, do not, I warn you, do not contemn my thinning years and the cloud upon my darkened brow. I too have means to be cruel.
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