Book 3.630-640
Achaemenides continues, and tells of the time when Ulysses was trapped in the Cyclops' cave.
Nam simul expletus dapibus vinoque sepultus
630
cervicem inflexam posuit, iacuitque per antrum
631
immensus, saniem eructans et frusta cruento
632
per somnum commixta mero, nos magna precati
633
numina sortitique vices, una undique circum
634
fundimur, et telo lumen terebramus acuto, –
635
ingens, quod torva solum sub fronte latebat,
636
Argolici clipei aut Phoebeae lampadis instar, –
637
et tandem laeti sociorum ulciscimur umbras.
638
Sed fugite, O miseri, fugite, atque ab litore funem
639
rumpite.
640