quod Iovis imperium, magno quid ab aethere portas? occupat Armipotens, neque enim hunc, germane, sub axem sponte venis hiemesque meas, cui roscida iuxta Maenala et aestivi clementior aura Lycaei.
The Lord of Arms speaks first: What command of Jove do you bring, what from the great ether? For you come not of your own will, my brother, to this clime, to my blizzards, you that live by dewy Maenalus and the mild breeze of summer Lycaeus.
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