Nox similes morti dederat placidissima somnos: visa viro stare effigies ante ora parentis atque hac aspectu turbatum voce monere: nate, salus quondam genitoris, nate, parentis et post fata decus, bellorum dira creatrix evastanda tibi tellus, et caede superbi ductores Libyae cauta virtute domandi, qui sua nunc trinis diducunt agmina castris.
The profound stillness of night had brought slumber deep as death to Scipio, until he dreamed that the ghost of his father stood before him and warned him thus, while he was dismayed by the apparition: Son who once saved your fathers life,a son who bring me honour even in my grave, this land, the accursed mother of war, you must utterly lay waste; and the Libyan generals,b flushed with slaughter, you must conquer by valour and prudence. At present they keep their armies apart in three separate camps.
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