quod ni veloci prosternimus agmina Marte, et fulmen subitum Carthaginis Hannibal adsit, qui deus infernis quemquam nostrum eximat umbris? hinc, galea capite accepta, dicta horrida ferro sancit et, obtectus senium, fera proelia miscet.
If we fail to overthrow their ranks with a speedy victory, and if Hannibal, the thunderbolt of Carthage, comes up suddenly, what god can save a single one of us from the shades below? Then he put his helmet on, and made good his threats with his sword, and fought amain with his grey head covered.
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