hunc illa exceptum (neque enim labor agmine verso) traicit et super haec inimico pectore fatur: silvis te, Tyrrhene, feras agitare putasti? advenit qui vestra dies muliebribus armis verba redarguerit.
She caught'for it was easy amid the rout'and pierced him, then above him thus cries with pitiless heart: Tuscan, did you think you were chasing beasts in the forests? The day is come that will refute your boasts with womans weapons.