iamque alter tibi, nec perplexo carmine, coram fata cano vates: sistis ni crastina signa, firmabis nostro Phoebeae dicta Sibyllae sanguine; nec Graio posthac Diomede ferentur sed te, si perstas, insignes consule campi.
Now I turn prophet too and tell you the future to your face in no riddling strain: if you move the standards tomorrow, you shall confirm by my death the prophecy of the Sibyl, Apollos priestess, and this field shall no longer be famous because of Diomedec the Greek but because of you, the Roman consul.
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