ignotis quid opus concurrere nec quos oderis? haec medio Perses dum tempore mandat, aureus effulsit campis rubor, armaque et acres sponte sua strepuere tubae.
What need to fight with strangers for whom they felt no hate? Yet even while Perses gives them this message, a golden sheen lights up the fields, of their own accord arms clashed and blaring trumpets brayed.
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