illic Alcides, spoliatis Gadibus hospes Arcadiae, fulvo aere riget, gemini quoque fratres corrupta de matre nothi, Ledeia proles nocturnique equites, celsae duo numina Romae, inpendent retinente veru, magnique triumphi nuntia suffuso figunt vestigia plumbo.
There stands Alcides, all stiff in tawny bronze, he who was Arcadias guest after spoiling Gades; the twin brethren too, bastard sons of a seduced mother, Ledas progeny, those night-riders, the two protecting deities of lofty Rome, bend forward, held up by a spit, and fix in a sea of lead the feet that brought the news of great victory.
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