stupuit luis inproba castis heroum iugulis longe sua tela repelli; ingemit et dictis ardens furialibus infit: vincimur, heu, segnes nec nostra potentiaperfert vim solitam, languet violentia saeva nocendi, sueverat invictis quae viribus omnia ubique rumpere corda hominum; nec enim tam ferreaquemquam duravit natura virum, cuius rigor aera sperneret aut nostro foret inpenetrabilis auro.
Outrageous plague that she was, she stood amazed to see her weapons turned from the heroes pure throats, and with a groan she broke into raging words of passion: We are losing the fight, alas! for want of vigour, our power has lost its wonted drive, our fell strength to hurt is grown feeble, though it used to break through every heart of man everywhere with force unconquerable; for no man ever had such an iron nature to harden him that he could inflexibly scorn money or be proof against our gold.
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