the Teloboians led out their legions in goodly panoply.
postquam utrimque exitum est maxima copia,
dispertiti viri, dispertiti ordines, 220
nos nostras more nostro et modo instruximus
legiones, item hostes contra legiones suas instruont.
After both sides had marched out in full force, troops
arrayed, and ranks arrayed, we drew up our legions according
to our usual method and manner: our foemen likewise draw up
their legions facing ours.
deinde utrique imperatores in medium exeunt,
extra turbam ordinum colloquontur simul.
convenit, victi utri sint eo proelio,
urbem agrum aras focos seque uti dederent.
Then forward into the centre of the field stride the
leaders of both hosts, and there out beyond the serried
lines they hold colloquy. This pact was made, that they
who were conquered in this battle should surrender city
and land, shrines, homes, and persons.
postquam id actum est, tubae contra utrimque occanunt,
consonat terra, clamorem utrimque efferunt.
imperator utrimque, hinc et illinc, Iovi
vota suscipere, utrimque hortari exercitum. 230
This done, the trumpets blared on either side; earth echoes;
on either side the battle cry is raised. The generals on
either side, both here and there, offer their vows to Jove,
and on either side cheer their warriors.
tum pro se quisque id quod quisque potest et valet
edit, ferro ferit, tela frangunt, boat
caelum fremitu virum, ex spiritu atque anhelitu
nebula constat, cadunt volnerum vi viri.
Then each man lays about him with his every ounce of
strength and strikes home with his blade: lances shiver:
the welkin rings with the roar of heroes: up from their
gasping, panting breath a cloud arises: men drop beneath
the weight of wounds.
Denique, ut voluimus, nostra superat manus:
hostes crebri cadunt, nostri contra ingruont vi[11] feroces.
sed[12] fugam in se tamen nemo convortitur
nec recedit loco quin statim rem gerat;
animam omittunt prius quam loco demigrent: 240
quisque ut steterat iacet optinetque ordinem.
At last, as we wished, our host prevails: the foemen fall in
heaps: on and on we press, fired by our might. Yet for all
that, none turns in flight nor yields an inch, but stands
his ground and hews away. They
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