nam cur haec alia pariatur gloria dextra? hinc praevectus equo, postquam inter proelia notam accepit vocem: procul hinc te Martius, inquit, Murrane, ostendit clamor, videoque furentem iam Tyria te caede; venit laus quanta! sed, oro, haec angusta loci ferro patefacta relaxa.
For why should this glory be won by the hand of another? He rode on; and when he heard in the ranks a familiar voice, Murranus, he cried, your war-cry reveals your presence from afar, and I see you already frenzied as you slaughter the foe. How great the glory that awaits you! But this is my prayer: set us free from this confinement, making a way with the sword.
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