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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text><body><div n="urn:cts:latinLit:phi0914.phi001.perseus-eng3" type="edition" xml:lang="eng"><div n="7" subtype="book" type="textpart"><div n="9" subtype="chapter" type="textpart"><div n="7" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> He marched out of the City with an immense army and fixed his camp on
							this side the Anio. Each side had left the bridge between them intact,
							as its destruction might have been thought due to fears of an attack.
						</p></div><div n="8" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> There were frequent skirmishes for the possession of the bridge; as
							these were indecisive, the question was left unsettled. A Gaul of
							extraordinary stature strode forward on to the unoccupied bridge, and
							shouting as loudly as he could, cried: “Let the bravest man that
							Rome possesses come out and fight me, that we two may decide which
							people is the superior in war.” </p></div></div><div n="10" subtype="chapter" type="textpart"><div n="1" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p>A long silence followed. The best and bravest of the Romans made no
							sign;they felt ashamed of appearing to decline the challenge, and yet
							they were reluctant to expose themselves to such terrible danger. </p></div><div n="2" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> Thereupon T. Manlius, the youth who had protected his father from the
							persecution of the tribune, left his post and went to the
							Dictator.“Without </p></div><div n="3" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> your orders, General,” he said, “I will never leave my
							post to fight, no, not even if I saw that victory was certain ; but if
							you give me permission I want to show that monster as he stalks so
							proudly in front of their lines that I am a scion of that family which
							hurled the troop of Gauls from the Tarpeian rock.” </p></div><div n="4" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> Then the Dictator: “Success to your courage, T. Manlius, and to
							your affection for your father and your fatherland . Go, and with the
							help of the gods show that the name of Rome is invincible.” </p></div><div n="5" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> Then his comrades fastened on his armour; he took an infantry shield and
							a Spanish sword<note anchored="true" n="5" resp="ed" place="unspecified">This was a short pointed double-edged weapon, and was used like a
								large dagger.</note> as better adapted for close fighting; thus
							armed and equipped they led him forward against the Gaul, who was
							exulting in his brute strength, and even —the ancients thought this
							worth recording —putting his tongue out in derision. </p></div><div n="6" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> They retired to their posts and the two armed champions were left alone
							in the midst, more after the manner of a scene on the stage than under
							the conditions of serious war, and to those who judged by appearances,
							by no means equally matched. </p></div><div n="7" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> The one was a creature of enormous bulk, resplendent in a many-coloured
							coat and wearing painted and gilded armour; the other a man of average
							height, and his arms, useful rather than ornamental, gave him quite an
							ordinary appearance. There was no singing of war-songs, <note anchored="true" n="6" resp="ed" place="unspecified">Compare the
								action of Taillefer before the battle ofSenlac.</note> no prancing
							about, no silly brandishing of </p></div><div n="8" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> weapons. With a breast full of courage and silent wrath Manlius reserved
							all his ferocity for the actual moment of </p></div><div n="9" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> conflict. When they had taken their stand between the two armies, while
							so many hearts around them were in suspense between hope and fear, the
							Gaul, like a great overhanging mass, held out his shield on his left arm
							to meet his adversary's blows and aimed a tremendous cut downwards with
							his </p></div><div n="10" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> sword. The Roman evaded the blow, and pushing aside the bottom of the
							Gaul's shield with his own, he slipped under it close up to the Gaul,
							too near for him to get at him with his sword. Then turning the point of
							his blade upwards, he gave two rapid thrusts in succession and stabbed
							the Gaul in the belly and the groin, laying his enemy prostrate over a
							large extent of </p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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