Book 3.258-267
Celaeno leaves, and the Trojans are frozen with fear over her words. Anchises speaks.
Dixit, et in silvam pennis ablata refugit.
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At sociis subita gelidus formidine sanguis
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deriguit; cecidere animi, nec iam amplius armis,
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sed votis precibusque iubent exposcere pacem,
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sive deae, seu sint dirae obscenaeque volucres.
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Et pater Anchises passis de litore palmis
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numina magna vocat, meritosque indicit honores:
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“Di, prohibete minas; di, talem avertite casum,
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et placidi servate pios!” Tum litore funem
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deripere, excussosque iubet laxare rudentes.
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