verum o iam redeunt Phrygibus si numina tuque ille ades auguriis promisse et sorte deorum, iam cui candentes votivo in gramine pascit cornipedes genitor, nostrae stata dona salutis, adnue meque, precor, defectaque Pergama monstris eripe, namque potes; neque enim tam lata videbam pectora, Neptunus muros cum iungeret astris, nec tales umeros pharetramque gerebat Apollo.
But oh! if once again Heaven inclines to the Phrygians, and if thou art he whose coming augury and Heavens omens promised, he for whom my father now feeds snow-white horses in the pasture of his vow, the pledged reward for saving my life, say Yea and rescue both me and wasted Troy from the dragon, for so thou canst; since never did I behold so broad a breast while Neptune was raising the walls to meet the stars, nor had Apollo such mighty shoulders or such a quiver.
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