And the King exhorted us, stretching out his arms,
And he pushed his horse here and there, but we did not listen to him,
And we did not turn our eyes away from the foe,
And from their ranks.
As the nomads of the caravans are wont to cry to each other with an enormous perforated shell, we heard the blowing of a conch or horn!
O but the sound was sad and harsh!
Voice: O!
Cassius: Thus did this primal people speak to us.
And nothing could longer restrain us, but the army like one man irresistibly recoiled.
And, O shame, they began to flee!