Tua, dive Auguste, caelo recepta mens, tua, pater Druse, imago, tui memoria, isdem istis cum militibus, quos iam pudor et gloria intrat, eluant hanc maculam irasque civilis in exitium hostibus vertant.
May thy spirit, Augustus, now received with thyself into heaven,'may thy image, my father Drusus, and the memory of thee, be with these same soldiers of yours, whose hearts are already opening to the sense of shame and of glory, to cancel this stain and convert our civil broils to the destruction of our enemies!
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