Saepe ego mecum, patres conscripti, tacitus agitavi, qualem quantumque esse oporteret, cuius dicione nutuque maria terrae, pax bella regerentur; cum interea fingenti formantique mihi principem, quem aequata dis immortalibus potestas deceret, numquam voto saltem concipere succurrit similem huic quem videmus.
I often used to wonder, Conscript Fathers, what great gifts should be proper to the man whose word or gesture of command could rule land and sea and determine peace or war; but when I tried to picture to myself a ruler worthy of power equalling that of the immortal gods, even in my fondest hopes I never conceived the like of him whom we see before us today.
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