quem Turnus pariter cursu teloque secutus increpat his victor: nostrasne evadere, demens, sperasti te posse manus? simul arripit ipsum pendentem et magna muri cum parte revellit: qualis ubi aut leporem aut candenti corpore cycnum sustulit alta petens pedibus Iovis armiger uncis,
Turnus, following him with both foot and spear, taunts thus in triumph: Fool, did you hope to escape our hands? At the same time he seizes him as he hangs, and tears him down with a mighty mass of wall: just as when the bearer of Joves bolt, as he soars aloft, has swept up in his crooked talons a hare or snowy-bodied swan;
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