Possessed with fury from the Theban god

Speeds some Bacchante, thus in Roman streets

Behold a matron run, who, in her trance,

Relieves her bosom of the god within.

"Where dost thou snatch me, Paean, to what shore

Through airy regions borne? I see the snows

Of Thracian mountains; and Philippi's plains

Lie broad beneath. But why these battle lines,

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