quos ubi conspexit tristi clamore ruentes ductor, praesago percussus pectora luctu: quinam, inquit, dolor, o socii, quemve ira deorum eripuit nobis? num te, dulcedine laudis flagrantem et nimio primi Mavortis amore, atra, Sychaee, dies properato funere carpsit? utque dato gemitu lacrimae assensere ferentum, et dictus pariter caedis maerentibus auctor: cerno, ait, adverso pulchrum sub pectore vulnus cuspidis Iliacae.
When Hannibal saw them hasting with loud lament, his heart was stricken with foreboding grief. Why mourn ye thus, comrades? he asked: Whom have the angry gods taken from us? Is it you, Sychaeus, burning with desire of glory and too eager in your first battle, whom the black death-day has cut off before your time? When the tears of the mourners answered his question, and when they told at the same time the name of the slayer, Hannibal spoke thus: I see the glorious wound of the Roman spear on the front of your body.
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