nescit adhuc Capaneus subitumque per agmina murmur miratur; verum ut fessam super ora reduxit forte manum et summo maculas in vellere vidit, non leo, non iaculo tantum indignata recepto tigris: agit toto cedentem fervidus arvo praecipitatque retro iuvenem atque in terga supinat, dentibus horrendum stridens, geminatque rotatas multiplicatque manus.
Capaneus does not know it yet and wonders at the sudden noise in the crowd, but when he chanced to draw a weary hand back across his face and saw spots on the leather, no lion was ever so indignant at a javelins stroke, no tiger. In a passion he pushes the retreating youth all over the field, driving him headlong rearward, bending him back; horribly he grinds his teeth, doubling and multiplying his whirling fists.
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