te nec Apollineus Ladon nec Xanthus uterque Spercheosque minax Centaureusque Lycormas praestiterint; tu pace mihi, tu nube sub ipsa () armorum festasque super celebrabere mensas (a Iove primus honos), bellis modo laetus ovantes accipias fessisque libens iterum hospita pandas flumina defensasque velis agnoscere turmas.
You I shall celebrate in peace, you beneath the very cloud of arms, over festal banquets, honoured next to Jove; only welcome us gladly in our triumph, open again your stream to our weariness in ready hospitality, and graciously recognize the army you have protected.
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