postquam deinde ira ac pudor cuncta conari fessos coegit, tragula femur traiectus saxique pondere ora contusus, galea iam ictibus discussa et scuto crebris foraminibus absumpto, profundo te credidisti ac duabus loricis onustus inter undas, quas hostili cruore infeceras, enasti, visoque imperatore armis non amissis sed bene impensis, cum laudem merereris, veniam petisti, magnus proelio, sed maior disciplinae militaris memoria.
Then when anger and shame forced them weary as they were to try any and every means, you, with your thigh run through by a spear, your face smashed by a heavy stone, your helmet hacked to pieces, and your shield disintegrated with many a perforation, committed yourself to the deep. Loaded with two breastplates, you swam out from the waves which you had stained with enemy gore. When you saw your general with your shield not lost but well expended, though deserving praise, you asked pardon: great in battle, but greater in mindfulness of military discipline.
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