at ferus Aeacides, radiantem ut comminus orbem caelatum pugnas (saevis et forte rubebat bellorum maculis) acclinem conspicit hastae, infremuit torsitque genas, et fronte relicta surrexere comae; nusquam mandata parentis, nusquam occultus amor, totoque in pectore Troia est.
But when fierce Aeacides views close at hand the shining round, chased with battles (and by chance it was ruddy with cruel spots of war), as it leaned against the spear, he cried out and rolled his eyes, the hair stood up from his forehead. Forgotten his mothers charge, forgotten his hidden love, Troy is in all his heart.
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