ipse caput quassans circumlustravit anhelo muros saevus equo, mensusque paventia tecta, pandere iamdudum portas et cedere vallo imperat, et longe clausis sua foedera, longe Ausoniam fore, nec veniae spem Marte subactis; scita patrum et leges et iura fidemque deosque in dextra nunc esse sua.
He himself, shaking his head in fury, rode round the walls on his panting steed, taking the measure of the terrified buildings. He bade them open their gates at once and desert their rampart; he told them that, now they were besieged, their treaties and Italy would be far away, and that they could not hope for quarter, if defeated: Decrees of the Senate, he cried, law and justice, honour and Providence, are all in my hand now.
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