iamne animis, iam gente pares? aeque inclita vulgi dextera? nulla fides, nulli super Hercule fletus? nunc Parthaonides, nunc dux mihi Thracia proles? aspera nunc pavidos contra ruit agna leones? hanc ego magnanimi spolium Didymaonis hastam, quae neque iam frondes virides nec proferet umbras, ut semel est evulsa iugis ac matre perempta fida ministeria et duras obit horrida pugnas, testor et hoc omni, ductor, tibi numine firmo: saepe metu, saepe in tenui discrimine rerum Herculeas iam serus opes spretique vocabis arma viri, nec nos tumida haec tum dicta iuvabunt.
Are ye now his match in valour, or in birth? hath the might of us common men equal renown? Is there no loyalty, are there no tears for Hercules? Is now Parthaons son or a scion of Thrace to be my chief? Does the lamb now spring fiercely at timid lions? By this spear, once the spoil of greatsouled Didymaon, which never more will put forth green shade of foliage, since once it was torn from the rocks and bereft of its mother tree and now, a knotted shaft, gives trusty service in hard-fought encounters, by this spear I swear and confirm this oath to thee, O chieftain, by every power divine: often in fear, often in closest hazard of thy fortunes wilt thou too late call on the might of Hercules and the arms of the hero ye despised; nor shall these swelling words assist us then.
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