fulmineus ductor: quisnam se numine caeco composuit nobis, inquit, deus? aut latet idem cur monstro? tantumne obstat mea gloria divis? sed non avelles umquam, quicumque secundus caelicolum stas Ausoniae, non artibus hostem eripies verum nobis.
Fire flashed from Hannibals eyes: What god, he cried, has masked his divinity and matched himself against me? or why does he hide beneath this phantom? Are the gods so jealous of my fame? But, whichever of the gods it is that favours Rome, he shall never snatch my victim from me nor rob me by craft of the real foe.
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