num festinant, quos plurima passos tertius exurit lacrimosis casibus annus? ite igitur, capite arma, viri: mora sola triumpho parvum iter est: quae prima dies ostenderit hostem, et patrum regna et Poenorum bella resolvet.
Are they impatient? No! They have endured countless woes, and a third year is now consuming them with its suffering and sorrow. Rise then and arm, citizens! A short march is all that divides you from victory. The first day that reveals the enemy to your view will end the tyranny of the Senate and the war with Carthage.
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