nostris pugnavit monitis furor, amplius acta quid superest vita, nisi caecae ostendere plebi Paulum scire mori? feror an consumptus in urbem vulneribus? quantine emptum velit Hannibal, ut nos vertentes terga aspiciat? nec talia Paulo pectora, nec manes tam parva intramus imago.
It was madness that resisted our warnings. My life is ended; and nothing remains but to prove to the ignorant populacea that Paulus knows how to die. Shall I be carried back to Rome, a wounded and dying man? What would not Hannibal give to see me retreating? No such intention has Paulus; and my ghost shall not go down thus humbled to the shades below.
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