Nisaeum Telamon et Ophelten vana sonantem per clipei cedentis opus cratemque trilicem, qua stomachi secreta, ferit laetusque profatur: di, precor, hunc regem aut aeque delegerit alta fors mihi gente satum, magnusque et flebilis urbi conciderit.
Telamon smote Nisaeus and Opheltes, the idle boaster, piercing his huge shield of threefold wickerwork where it covered his belly, and cried in triumph: I pray that heaven or chance has chosen me hare a king or one sprung of lineage as ancient, and that a mighty one has fallen, and a lamentation to his city!
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