ac fessus parvi, quaecumque ibi fata darentur, limina pulsabat tecti, cum membra cubili evolvens non tarda Marus (vetus ille parentis miles et haud surda tractarat proelia fama) procedit, renovata focis et paupere Vesta lumina praetendens.
Worn out, he knocked at the door of a humble dwelling, whatever fate might meet him there; and Marus was not slow to rise from his bed. Long ago Marus had served under Regulus, and the ear of Fame had heard of his prowess. Now he came forth, holding up a light he had kindled at the poor hearth where he worshipped Vesta.
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