Intellectus erat Fabio, Tyriosque videbat dictator saevire dolos; sed non vacat aegram invidiam gladios inter lituosque timere et dubia morsus famae depellere pugna, donec reptantem, nequiquam saepe trahendo huc illuc castra ac scrutantem proelia Poenum, qua nemorosa iuga et scopulosi vertice colles exsurgunt, clausit sparsa ad divortia turma.
The dictator saw through the trick of the Carthaginian and perceived its danger. But he was too busy, amid the clashing of swords and the sound of bugles, to fear morbid jealousy, and to parry the tooth of calumny by fighting a hazardous battle. At last, as Hannibal crept about, shifting his camp without result and spying out any chance of battle, Fabius posted cavalry where cross-roads met, and shut him in, where there were wooded heights and steep rising cliffs.
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