clamor saepe repens et saepe silentia fixis in tellurem oculis; nudae plerisque sinistrae detrito clipeo; desunt pugnacibus enses; saucius omnis eques; galeis carpsere superbum cristarum decus et damnarunt Martis honores.
Sometimes a sudden shout was heard, sometimes there was silence with downcast looks. Most of them are defenceless, with no shield on the left arm; there are no swords to fight with; every horseman is wounded; rejecting the pomp and pride of war, they have plucked the splendid plumes from their helmets.
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