accendit rex ipse super: quisquamne Pelasgis mitis adhuc hominemque gerit? iam morsibus uncis (pro furor! usque adeo tela exsatiavimus?) artus dilacerant.
The king himself inflames them still further: Does any man still have mercy or humanity for the Pelasgi? Now they are tearing limbs apart with their hooked teeth'the madness! Have we so glutted their weapons?
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