nec territus ille: hunc sine me (non plura petam), fidissime Dorceu, sternere humi, qui tela meis gerit aemula telis et similes cultus et frena sonantia iactat.
Unafraid he answers: Most trusty Dorceus, allow me (it is all I shall ask) to stretch upon the ground this man, who bears weapons to rival my weapons and flaunts like raiment and sounding reins.
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