Lentulus huic frendens ira: Thrasymennus in altos ascendet citius colles, quam sanguine roret iste pio ramus, subsidensque ilia nisu conantis suspensa fodit; tum fervidus atro pulmone exundat per hiantia viscera sanguis.
But Lentulus ground his teeth with rage: Lake Trasimene shall climb up these hills, he cried, before his noble blood shall wet your bough. Then crouching down, he stabbed the other in the groin which the effort of his blow had lifted up, till the hot blood poured out from the black lung through the gaping entrails.
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