hic magno socios Aradum clamore vocantem, qua corpus loricam inter galeamque patescit, conantis motus speculatus, cuspide sistit; prostratumque premens telo, voce insuper urget: fallax Poene, iaces; certe Capitolia primus scandebas victor: quae tanta licentia voti? nunc Stygio fer bella Iovi! tum fervidus hastam adversi torquens defigit in inguine Hiberi; oraque dum calcat iam singultantia leto, hac iter est, inquit, vobis ad moenia Romae, o metuenda manus: sic, quo properatis,eundum.
When Aradus summoned his comrades with a mighty shout, Murrus watched his forward movement and stopped him; and the spear-point pierced the gap that came between the breastplate and the helmet. Then pinning him to the ground with his spear he taunted him as well: False Carthaginian, you lie low; you were to be foremost, forsooth, in mounting the Capitol as a conqueror; was ever ambition so presumptuous? Go now, and fight the deity of the Styx instead!b Next, brandishing his fiery spear, he buried it in the groin of Hiberus who stood before him; and, treading on the features already convulsed in death, he cried: Terrible as is your host, by this path must ye march to the walls of Rome; thus must ye go to the place whither ye are hastening.
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