At postremus Atlas, Durius postremus in orbem exercent artes; laevos nunc appetit ille conatus, nunc ille premit certatque subire dexter, et alterni nequiquam fallere tentant: donec, confisus primaevae flore iuventae, obliquum Durius conversis pronus habenis opposuit currum atque eversum propulit axem Atlantis senio invalidi, sed iusta querentis: quo ruis? aut quinam hic rabidi certaminis est mos? et nobis et equis letum commune laboras.
The two last drivers were Atlas and Durius; and now they swerved aside and resorted to tricks. First, one tried to pass his rival on the left; and then the other came up on the right and strove to get in front; but both failed in their attempted strategy. At last Durius, young and confident, leaning forward and jerking at his reins, placed his chariot athwart his rivals course and struck the other car and upset it. Atlas, no match for the others youth and strength, protested with justice: Whither are you careering? or what mad fashion is this of racing? You seek to kill me and my horses together.
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