exim quae mediis ingenti adnixa columnae aedibus astabat, validam vi corripit hastam, Actoris Aurunci spolium, quassatque trementem vociferans: nunc, o numquam frustrata vocatus hasta meos, nunc tempus adest: te maximus Actor, te Turni nunc dextra gerit; da sternere corpus loricamque manu valida lacerare revulsam semiviri Phrygis et foedare in pulvere crinis vibratos calido ferro murraque madentis.
Then, as it stood leaning on a giant column in the middle of the hall, he seizes with strong hand his mighty spear, spoil of Auruncan Actor, and shakes it quivering, while he cries aloud: Now, spear that never failed my call, now the hour is come! Mighty Actor once bore you; now the hand of Turnus wields you. Grant me to lay low the body of the Phrygian eunuch, with strong hand to tear and rend away his corslet, and to defile in dust his locks, crisped with heated iron and drenched in myrrh!
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