vincendi sola videtur, quod nondum steterint acies, mora: Pergite, clamat, ite citi, ruite ad portas, propellite vallum pectoribus.
Intoxicated by success, he made sure of victory as soon as the armies met: On! on! he cried; make haste! Rush to the gates of Rome! Knock down the ramparts with your breasts!
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