tandem fessa tremens longis mugitibus ora solvit, et oppositum vox eluctata furorem est: Quo rapis ingentem magni Chironis alumnum femineis, Nerei, dolis? huc mitte: quid aufers? non patiar: meus iste, meus.
At last, trembling, he opens his weary mouth and releases long-drawn howls. His voice, struggling against opposing frenzy, asks, "Where are you leading great Chiron's mighty foster child with your woman's wiles, oh Nereid? Bring him here. Why are you taking him away? I will not allow it. He is mine, mine."