proinde tona eloquio (solitum tibi) meque timoris argue tu, Drance, quando tot stragis acervos Teucrorum tua dextra dedit, passimque tropaeis insignis agros.
Keep thundering on in eloquence (in your usual way) and charge me with cowardice, Drances, when your hand has produced such mounds of dead Teucrians and marked out the fields everywhere with trophies.