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Not wrathful, but in grief, step I between you now,

Forbidding such alternate quarrel's angry noise;

For to the ruler naught more hurtful can befall,

Than, 'mong his trusty servants, sworn and secret strife;

The echo of his mandate then to him no more

In swift accomplished deed responsively returns;

No, stormful and self-will'd, it rages him around,

The self-bewilder'd one, and chiding still in vain.

Nor this alone; ye have in rude unmanner'd wrath

Unblessèd images of dreadful shapes evoked,

Which so encompass me, that whirl'd I feel myself

To Orcus down, despite these my ancestral fields.

Is it remembrance? Was it frenzy seized on me?

Was I all that? and am I? shall I henceforth be

The dread and phantom-shape of those town-wasting ones?

The maidens quail: but thou, the eldest, thou dost stand,

Calm and unmoved; speak, then, to me some word of sense!