ingravat ad caelum sublatis Scipio palmis: di patrii, quorum auspiciis stat Dardana Roma, talin me leto tanta inter proelia nuper servastis? fortine animam hanc exscindere dextra indignum est visum? redde o me, nate, periclis, redde hosti! liceat bellanti accersere mortem, quam patriae fratrique probem.
Then Scipio raised his hands to heaven with a bitter cry: Ye gods of our country, by whose favour Dardan Rome is preserved, did ye save my life just now in the fierce battle for such a death as this? Did I seem unworthy to end my life by a soldiers arm? Give me back, my son, to danger, give me back to the foe!a Suffer me to fight and to welcome such a death as my country and my brother would approve.
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