Verum ubi victorem iuvenili robore cursus attulit, et notis fulsit lux tristis ab armis, fraternusque procul, luna prodente, retexit ante oculos sese et radiavit comminus umbo, exclamat iuvenis, subita flammatus ab ira: non sim equidem Sulmone satus tua, Satrice, proles nec frater, Mancine, tuus fatearque nepotem Pergameo indignum Solimo, si evadere detur huic nostras impune manus.
But when Solimus, running with youthful vigour, came up to his victim, a dismal light flashed from the familiar arms, and the shield of Mancinus, revealed by the moonlight, showed itself clear before his eyes and gleamed close beside him. Then the young man, fired with sudden wrath, cried out: No true son of Satricus, no native of Sulmo, should I be, and no brother of Mancinus'and I would own myself no worthy descendant of Trojan Solimus, if I suffered this man to escape unpunished!
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