hanc iace per medias, cum verteris aequora, messes; protinus in sese conversa furoribus ibit cuncta phalanx, atque ipse fremens mirabitur et me respiciet fortasse pater.
When thou hast turned the sods, hurl this into the midst of the harvest: straightway shall all the troop turn upon themselves in rage, and my father himself shall cry aloud in wonder, and turn his gaze mayhap on me.
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