Ecce autem clipeum saevo fulgore micantem Oceani gentes ductori dona ferebant, Callaicae telluris opus, galeamque coruscis subnexam cristis, vibrant cui vertice coni albentis niveae tremulo nutamine pennae; ensem, unam ac multis fatalem milibus hastam; praeterea textam nodis auroque trilicem loricam, nulli tegimen penetrabile telo.
But behold! the peoples who dwell by the Atlantic brought gifts to the general. They gave him a shield that glittered with cruel sheen, the work of Gallicianb craftsmen; a helmet wreathed with flashing plumes, on the height of whose white crest snowy feathers nodded and waved; a sword and a spear that, though it was but one, was to slay its thousands. There was also a cuirass wrought with triple bosses of gold, a defence that no weapon could pierce.
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