ubi nam tunc fulmina tandem invicti latuisse Iovis, cum sterneret ensis Aetolos campos? ubi, cum Tyrrhena natarent stagna cruore virum? pugnat pro moenibus, in- quit, si rector superum tot iactis culmine telis, inter tot motus cur me contra arma ferentem afflixisse piget? ventis hiemique fugaces terga damus? remeet, quaeso, mens illa vigorque, qua vobis, cum pacta patrum, cum foedera obessent, integrare acies placitum.
Where, he asked, were the thunderbolts of invincible Jupiter hidden away, when the sword was strewing the Aetolian plaina with corpses, or when the Etruscan lakeb was swollen with human gore? If the Ruler of the gods, said he, is fighting in defence of Rome and hurling bolt after bolt from his high place, why, when he is so busy, is he unwilling to strike down me, his adversary? Are we to turn our backs, and be routed by winds and rough weather? Show once more, I entreat you, that firmness of purpose with which you resolved to fight a second war, in spite of treaties and of the covenants of our senate.
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