tunc ille insolens: Qualis videtur opera tibi vocis meae? Insignis inquit sic ut, nisi nossem tuum animum genusque, simili fugissem metu.
Then the presumptuous fool said: How about it? What do you think of my vocal performance? It was superb, said the lion, so much so that, if I hadnt known your real mettle and how genuine an ass you are, I should have fled in terror like the others.
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