fremit aequore toto insultans sonipes et pressis pugnat habenis huc conversus et huc; tum late ferreus hastis horret ager campique armis sublimibus ardent.
The warhorse prances neighing all over the plain and, fighting the tight-drawn rein, swerves this way and that: far and wide the field bristles with the steel of spears, and the plains are ablaze with raised weapons.