nebridas et fragiles thyrsos portare putastis imbellem ad sonitum maribusque incognita veris foeda Celaenaea committere proelia buxo? hic aliae caedes, alius furor: ite sub umbras, o timidi paucique! haec intonat; ast tamen illi membra negant, lassusque ferit praecordia sanguis.
Did you think you were carrying fawnskins and frail wands to unwarlike music, joining shameful battle  that real men know not of to the sound of Celaenaes pipe?  Here are different slayings, different frenzy. To the shades with you, cowardly handful! Thus he thunders, but his limbs refuse their office and the blood throbbing in his breast is weary.
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