Turbidus haec, visoque artis in milibus atras bellatore iubas aptante: est, Orfite, munus, est, ait, hoc certare tuum, quis opima volenti dona Iovi portet feretro suspensa cruento.
Thus Flaminius ranted, and then he spied in the crowded ranks a warrior fitting on his black helmet-plume. It is your task, Orfitus, he cried, to contend for this prize'who shall bear the spoils of honourb to Jupiter, a welcome offering borne aloft on a blood-stained litter.
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