en tibi Martis, ait, spectatrix libera nostri, excipe mortiferum securo pectore ferrum, nec doleas, quia turpe tibi gemuisse dolorem.
Heres for thee, she cries, that lookest on at our warfare and takest no side. Receive the death-stroke in thy calm breast, and betray no pain, since it is dishonour in thine eyes to utter a cry of pain.
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