ipsum autem et lassa fidit prosternere dextra, nec servat vires: etenim huc iam fessus et illuc mutabat turmas; urguent praesagia mille funeris, et nigrae praecedunt nubila mortis.
Their captain himself he trusts to lay low, even though his hand be weary, nor does he husband his strength. For tired now he  goes from squadron to squadron this way and that. A thousand presages of doom pursue him, mists of black death go before him.
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