medio fervore loquentis, impatiens ultra gemitu cohibere furorem, fulminea torvum exclamat Marcellus ab ira: quae tandem et quam lenta tenet patientia mentem, o confuse nimis Gradivi turbine Varro, ut perferre queas furibunda insomnia consul? nonne exturbatos iam dudum limine templi praecipites agis ad portas, et discere cogis semiviros, quod sit nostro de more creati consulis imperium? non umquam sobria pubes et peritura brevi, moneo, ocius urbe facesse.
His fiery speech was not finished when Marcellus,b no longer content to groan and hold his peace, burst out in fury and blazing wrath: Are you, Varro, so utterly stunned by the fierce ordeal of battle? What sluggish endurance ties your tongue, so that you, the consul, can put up with the dreams of these madmen? Will you not instantly turn them out from the temple, drive them headlong to the city gates, and compel these effeminate wretches to learn the power of a consul elected in Roman fashion? I warn you to depart at once from Rome'you who are never sober and are doomed soon to perish.
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