patiarne ante ora manusque civem deleri nostras? aut vincere Poenum, me spectante, sinam? non aequavisse minorem solventur culpa, si sunt mihi talia cordi? iamque hoc, ne dubites, longaevi, nate, parentis accipe et aeterno fixum sub pectore serva: succensere nefas patriae; nec foedior ulla culpa sub extremas fertur mortalibus umbras.
Shall I suffer my countryman to be slain before my eyes, and not move a hand, or allow Hannibal to conquer while I look on? If such were my feeling, will not those who set me on a level with my subordinate be acquitted of all blame? And now, my son, take this for certain from your aged father, and keep it ever engraved upon your heart: to harbour wrath against your country is a sin; and no more heinous crime can mortal man carry down to the shades below.
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