ante tamen, quid femineis ululatibus, inquit, terrificas, moriture, viros? utinam ipse veniret cui furis! haec Tyriis cane matribus! et simul hastam expulit; illa volans, ceu vis non ulla moretur obvia, vix sonuit clipeo et iam terga reliquit.
But before the cast he cries: Why do you scare men, doomed wight, with your womanish howls? Would that he whom your madness serves might come himself! Sing your song to Tyrian mothers! With the words he flung his spear. It flew as though no opposing force might stay it, scarce sounding on the shield before it left the back.
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