incutit umbonem fesso assultatque ruenti Poenus et ostentans spectantem e moenibus urbem: i, miseram Asbyten leto solare propinquo.
Hannibal struck the weary runner with his shield and sprang upon him as he fell; then, pointing to the citizens watching from the walls, Go! he cried, and comfort hapless Asbyte by your speedy death!
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