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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="4" subtype="book" type="textpart"><div n="37" subtype="chapter" type="textpart"><div n="6" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> supremacy. These reports were anything but groundless, but not only did
							the senate treat them with comparative indifference, but C. Sempronius,
							to whom that field of operations had fallen, imagined that as he was
							leading the troops of a victorious people against those whom they had
							vanquished, the fortune of war could never </p></div><div n="7" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> change. Trusting to this, he displayed such rashness and negligence in
							all his measures that there was more of the Roman discipline in the
							Volscian army than there was in the Roman army </p></div><div n="8" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> itself. As often happens, fortune waited upon desert. In the very first
							battle Sempronius made his dispositions without plan or forethought, the
							fighting line was not strengthened by reserves, nor were the cavalry
							placed in a suitable </p></div><div n="9" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> position. The war-cries were the first indication as to how the action
							was going; that of the enemy was more animated and sustained; on the
							side of the Romans the irregular, intermittent shout, growing feebler at
							each repetition, betrayed their waning </p></div><div n="10" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> courage. Hearing this, the enemy attacked with greater vigour, pushed
							with their shields and brandished their swords. On the other side their
							helmets drooped as the men looked round for supports; men wavered and
							faltered and crowded together for mutual protection; at one moment the
							standards while holding their ground were abandoned by the front rank,
							the next they retreated between their respective </p></div><div n="11" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> maniples.<note anchored="true" n="22" resp="ed" place="unspecified">The
								standard-bearers were posted immediately behind the front line; when
								this was forced back they retired to the rear of the maniples
								immediately behind them.</note> As yet there was no actual flight,
							no decided victory. The Romans were defending themselves rather than
							fighting, the Volscians were advancing, forcing back their line; they
							saw more Romans slain than flying. </p></div></div><div n="38" subtype="chapter" type="textpart"><div n="1" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p>Now<note anchored="true" type="sum" resp="ed" place="unspecified">Tempanius.</note> in all directions they were giving way; in vain
							did Sempronius the consul remonstrate and encourage, neither his
							authority nor his dignity was of any avail. </p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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