Nuntius exanimi suspensus pectora cursu Aepytus ad regem portae statione relicta tendit et haec trepido vix intellectus anhelat: rumpe pios cultus intempestivaque, rector, sacra deum: frater muris circum omnibus instat portarumque moras frenis assultat et hastis, nomine te crebro, te solum in proelia poscens.
In breathless haste, his mind on tenterhooks, comes a messenger to the king, Aepytus. He has left his post by the gate and scarce understood pants these words to the trembling monarch: Ruler, break off your pious worship and these ill-timed rites of religion. Your brother menaces all round the walls, assailing with rein and spear the gates delays, demanding you by name again and again, you alone, to battle.
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