ni talia sancis, quem tremis et cuius somnos formidine rumpis, Hannibal hic armatus adest: moriere, nec ullo Poenorum melior parietur gloria caeso.
If you refuse to swear it, the Hannibal, the thought of whom terrifies you and breaks your sleep, is present here, sword in hand. You shall die; and no man who slays a Carthaginian shall win more glory than your slayer.
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