Verum ubi commoto docuerunt pulvere nubes hostem ferre gradum, et propius propiusque sonoro quadrupedum cornu tellus gemit, ac simul acer vincentum lituos hinnitus saevit equorum: arma, viri, rapite arma, viri, dux instat uterque.
But when the rising cloud of dust showed that the enemy were on the march, and the earth rang with the sound of hoofs coming ever nearer, and at the same time the trumpet was drowned by the eager neighing of the horses, then both leaders called upon their troops: To arms, my men! to arms with speed!
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