cui turbidus armis obvia Marcellus rapido tulit ora tumultu agnoscensque decus: macte o virtutis avitae, macte Antenoride! nunc, inquit, rapta petamus, quod superest, Libyci ductoris tegmina
Marcellus, fighting fiercely, met him in the haste and confusion of battle, and recognized the glorious trophy: Well done! he cried, son of Antenor, and worthily of your brave ancestors! But one thing still remains: let us spoil Hannibal of his helmet.
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