qui dominis, idem ardor equis; face lumina surgunt, ora sonant morsu, spumisque et sanguine ferrum uritur, impulsi nequeunt obsistere postes claustraque, compressae transfumat anhelitus irae.
The horses are as ardent as their masters. Their eyes swell fiery, their mouths loudly champ, foam and blood corrode their bits, the posts and bars cannot withstand their push, the pant of stifled rage smokes through.
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