mox turba ruunt, duo gentis Achaeae, tres Ephyreiadae, Pisa satus unus, Acarnan septimus; et plures agitabat gloria, ni se arduus Hippomedon cavea stimulante tulisset in medios, lateque ferens sub pectore dextro orbem alium: hunc potius, iuvenes, qui moenia saxis frangere, qui Tyrias deiectum vaditis arces, hunc rapite: ast illud cui non iaculabile dextrae pondus?
Then a crowd rushes in, two of Achaean race, three sons of Ephyre, one born of Pisa, the seventh an Acarnanian; and hope of glory was stirring yet more, had not tall Hippomedon betaken himself into their midst, spurred by the spectators. Bearing at his right side another broad round: This one rather, men, he cried, you that are on your way to break walls with rocks and cast down the Tyrian towers, take this: as for that weight, what arm could not throw it?
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