quam torvus et illum mente gerens, ceu saepta novus iam moenia laxet fossor et hostiles inimicent classica turmas, praefuris! in medios si comminus orsa tulisses Bistonas aut refugo pallentes sole Gelonos, parcior eloquio et medii reverentior aequi inciperes.
How grimly furious in advance are you, his mental image, as though stranger sappers were already loosening our fenced walls and trumpets calling enemy squadrons to the assault! If you had brought your message face to face into the midst of the Bistones or the Geloni that the fleeing sun makes pale, your opening would have been more sparing of eloquence and more heedful of impartial justice.
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