quonam tam prospera Martis munera destituis fato patriamque moraris? mecum exultet eques; iuro hoc caput, accipe muros Iliacos portasque tibi sine Marte patentes.
What fate makes you throw away the bountiful gift of Mars and keep your country waiting? Let me rush forward with the cavalry, and, I swear by my head, the walls of the city will be yours and the gates will fly open before you without a battle.
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