nec timidus te flecto parens: i, proelia misce, i Danaas acies mediosque per obvius enses: non teneo; liceat misero tremibunda lavare vulnera et undantem lacrimis siccare cruorem, teque iterum saevis iterumque remittere bellis.
Go, join battle, go through the Danaan ranks, through the midst of swords, be a target; I do not hold you back. But let me alas have leave to wash your quivering wounds and dry your streaming blood with my tears, and send you back to cruel wars again and again.
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