Qui postquam, arrecti plantis et pectora proni pulsantesque aestu laudum exultantia corda, accepere tuba spatium, exsiluere per auras ocius effusis nervo exturbante sagittis.
There they stood on tiptoe, bending forwards, with hearts beating high in the passion for renown; and, when the trumpet gave the signal to start, they sprang forward through the air swifter than arrows launched from the string.
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