conclamant utrimque acies, ceu tota Saguntos igne micet; trahit instanti languentia leto membra pavens Murrus supremaque vota capessit: conditor Alcide, cuius vestigia sacra incolimus terra, minitantem averte procellam, si tua non segni defenso moenia dextra.
Both armies shouted, as if all Saguntum were on fire; Murrus in fear dragged along his limbs faint with the approach of death, and uttered his latest prayer: Alcides,a our founder, whose footprints we inhabit on hallowed ground, turn aside the storm that threatens us, if I defend thy walls with no sluggish arm.
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