heu vani monitus frustraque morantia Parcas prodigia! heu fatis superi certare minores! atque hic, egregius linguae nomenque superbum, Corvinus, Phoebea sedet cui casside fulva ostentans ales proavitae insignia pugnae, plenus et Ipse deum et socium terrente pavore, immiscet precibus monita atque his vocibus infit: Iliacas per te flammas Tarpeiaque saxa, per patrios, consul, muros suspensaque nostrae eventu pugnae natorum pignora, cedas oramus superis tempusque ad proelia dextrum opperiare.
Alas, for fruitless warnings and portents that seek in vain to hinder destiny! Alas, for gods who cannot contend against Fate! At this point Corvinus spoke, a famous orator and a noble name; his golden helmet bore the bird of Phoebus, which commemorated the glorious combat of his ancestor.b Himself inspired by Heaven and alarmed by the fears of the soldiers, he mingled warning with entreaty and thus began: By the fire from Troy and by the Tarpeian rock, by the walls of Rome, by the fate of our sons that hangs on the issue of this battle'by these we entreat you, general, not to defy the gods but to await a fit time for battle.
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