Sin autem ad pugnam exierint'nam saepe duobus regibus incessit magno discordia motu; continuoque animos vulgi et trepidantia bello corda licet longe praesciscere; namque morantis Martius ille aeris rauci canor increpat et vox auditur fractos sonitus imitata tubarum; tum trepidae inter se coeunt pinnisque coruscant spiculaque exacuunt rostris aptantque lacertos et circa regem atque ipsa ad praetoria densae miscentur magnisque vocant clamoribus hostem: ergo ubi ver nactae sudum camposque patentis, erumpunt portis: concurritur, aethere in alto fit sonitus, magnum mixtae glomerantur in orbem praecipitesque cadunt; non densior are grando, nec de concussa tantum pluit ilice glandis.
But, if haply for battle they have gone forth 'for strife with terrible turmoil has often fallen on two kings; and straightway you may presage from afar the fury of the crowd, and how their hearts thrill with war; for the warlike ring of the hoarse clarion stirs the loiterers, and a sound is heard that is like broken trumpet blasts. Then, all afire, they flock together: their wings flash, they sharpen their stings with their beaks      and make ready their arms. Round their king, and even by his royal tent, they swarm in throngs, and with loud cries challenge the foe. Therefore, when they have found a clear spring day and open field, they sally forth from the gates. There is a clash; in high air arises a din; they are mingled and massed in one great ball, then tumble headlong: no thicker is hail from the sky, not so dense is the rain of acorns from the shaken oak.
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