"Hic Ithacus vatem magno Calchanta tumultu / protrahit in medios; quae sint ea numina divum, / flagitat: et mihi jam multi crudele canebant / artificis scelus, et taciti ventura videbant."
"Then straight Ulysses, 'mid tumultuous cries, / drags Calchas forth, and bids the seer unfold / the dark and doubtful meaning of the skies. / Many e'en then the schemer's crime foretold, / and, silent, saw my destiny unrolled."