heu socii, nullaene manus, nulla arma valebunt? haec regi promissa, Cydon, haec, Lampe, dabamus? dum clamat, subit ore cavo Teumesia cornus, nec prohibent fauces; atque illi voce repleta intercepta natat prorupto in sanguine lingua.
Alack, comrades, shall no hands, no weapons avail? Were these the promises we made the king, Cydon? These, Lampus? As he shouts, a Teumesian  javelin enters his open mouth, nor does his throat bar it. His voice is choked and the severed tongue swims in a gush of blood.
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