primus ab adversa conclamat mole Caicus: quis globus, o cives, caligine volvitur atra? ferte citi ferrum, date tela, ascendite muros, hostis adest, heia! ingenti clamore per omnis condunt se Teucri portas et moenia complent.
First from the ramparts front Cacus shouts, What mass, my countrymen, rolls onward in murky gloom? Quick, bring your swords! Give out weapons, climb the walls! The enemy is upon us, ho! With mighty clamour the Teucrians seek shelter through all the gates and man the ramparts.
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