tunc acre novabat ingenium: falso Nemeaeum pulvere campum erigit; attoniti tenebrosam a vertice nubem respexere duces; falso clamore tumultum auget, et arma virum pulsusque imitatur equorum, terribilemque vagas ululatum spargit in auras.
Then he bethought him of something new and clever. He raises false dust on the plain of Nemea. The leaders gaze astounded at a dark cloud above their heads. He swells the tumult with false clamour, imitating mens arms and horses gallop, scattering a fearsome yell upon the wandering winds.
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