At consul toto palantes aequore turmas voce tenet, dum voce viget: quo signa refertis? quis vos heu vobis pavor abstulit? horrida primi si sors visa loci pugnaeque lacessere frontem, post me state, viri, et pulsa formidine tantum aspicite! has dextras capti genuere parentes.
When the ranks were straggling over all the plain, Scipios voice (while his voice lasted) stopped them: Whither do you carry back your standards? What panic has robbed you of yourselves? If it seemed a dreadful thing to stand in the front rank and challenge the van of the foe, then take your stand behind me, soldiers, dismiss your fears, and merely look on! Yonder warriors are the sons of our prisoners.
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