mox ait o Longa mundi servator ab Alba, Auguste, Hectoreis cognite maior avis, vince mari: iam terra tuast: tibi militat arcus et favet ex umeris hoc onus omne meis.
Anon he spoke: O saviour of the world who are sprung from Alba Longa, Augustus, proved greater than your ancestors who fought with Hector, now conquer at sea: the land is already yours: my bow battles for you, and all this load of arrows on my shoulders is on your side.
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