Nec tibi opima defuerint, si quis regum venire in manus audeat, nec modo telorum tuorum, sed oculorum etiam minarumque coniectum, toto campo totoque exercitu opposito perhorrescat.
The spoils of supreme honour would be yours if any king would dare to match himself against you, shuddering with terror though the whole field of battle and army might lie between, when confronted not only by your weapons but by a glance from your threatening eye.
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