at non Carthago, fraudum domus, inscia quantum e nobis restet, iuvenes parat, aspera ferro pectora, captivos nostra pensare senecta.
But Carthage, that home of treachery, knows well what a wreck I am, and is scheming to get in exchange for my worn-out body our prisoners who are young and eager for battle.
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