ipsum autem sumptis Priamum iuvenalibus armis ut vidit, quae mens tam dira, miserrime coniunx, impulit his cingi telis? aut quo ruis? inquit.
But when she saw even Priam harnessed in the armour of his youth, My poor husband, she cries, what dreadful thought has driven you to don these weapons? Where are you rushing to?
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