Romanis utinam patuissent castra puellis! essem militiae sarcina fida tuae, nec me tardarent Scythiae iuga, cum Pater altas astrictam in glaciem frigore vertit aquas.
Would that camps admitted Roman girls! Then should I be the trusty packload of your service. Nor should I be daunted by Scythian peaks, when the Sky Father turns with the cold even deep waters into solid ice.
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