qualiter aut Malean aut alta Ceraunia supra cessantes in nube sedent nigrisque leguntur collibus et subitae saliunt in vela procellae: talis Agenoreis Argivum exercitus armis obruitur; non ora virum, non pectora flectit imber atrox, rectosque tenent in moenia vultus immemores leti et tantum sua tela videntes.
As tempests sit idly in cloud above Malea or lofty Ceraunia, gather on the darkling hills, and suddenly leap against the sails, so is the Argive army overwhelmed by Agenorean arms. But the frightful shower does not turn the warriors faces aside, nor their breasts; they hold their eyes straight to the walls, oblivious of death, seeing no weapons but their own.
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