Hic alto Poenus fundentem vela carinam incessens dextra: Nostrum, pro Iupiter! inquit, nostrum ferre caput parat illa per aequora puppis.
Then Hannibal shook his fist at the vessel as she spread her sails: Ye gods, he cried, it is my head, even mine, which yonder ship seeks to carry across the sea!
final_alignments\Silius_Italicus_Punica_Book2.json