'quisquis es, armatus qui nostra ad flumina tendis, fare age, quid venias, iam istinc et comprime gressum umbrarum hic locus est, somni noctisque soporae: corpora viva nefas Stygia vectare carina.
‘Whoever you are, who come armed to my river, tell me, from over there, why you’re here, and halt your steps. This is a place of shadows, of Sleep and drowsy Night: I’m not allowed to carry living bodies in the Stygian boat.
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