Quid? apud milites quam admirationem quemadmodum comparasti! cum tecum inediam tecum sitim ferrent; cum in illa meditatione campestri militaribus turmis imperatorium pulverem sudoremque misceres, nihil a ceteris nisi robore ac praestantia differens libero Marte nunc cominus tela vibrares, nunc vibrata susciperes, alacer virtute militum et laetus, quotiens aut cassidi tuae aut clipeo gravior ictus incideret (laudabas quippe ferientes, hortabarisque ut auderent, et audebant); iam cum spectator moderator que ineuntium certamina virorum arma componeres, tela temptares, ac si quod durius accipienti videretur, ipse librares.
What shall I say now of the admiration which you won from your own men? They saw how you shared their hunger and thirst on field manoeuvres and how their commanders sweat and dust was mingled with their own; with nothing to mark you out save your height and physique, in open battle you launched your spears at close quarters or received those aimed at you; you delighted in the courage of your soldiers and rejoiced whenever a heavier blow struck you on shield or helmet, praising your assailants and urging them on to greater deeds of daring'which they at once performed. Nothing escaped your direction or your observant eye; it was you who assigned the men their arms before the start of operations, and tested the spears so that when one seemed too heavy for a man you could wield it yourself.
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