cui cedimus hosti? nonne pudet? conversa senex marcentibus annis agmina agit; nunc, quaeso, mihi nunc dextera in  armis degenerat, nostrique piget? mihi Belus avorum principium, mihi cognatum Sidonia Dido nomen, et ante omnes bello numerandus Hamilcar est genitor; mihi, cui cedunt montesque lacusque et campi atque amnes, frater; me magna secundum Carthago putat Hannibali; me Baetis in oris aequant germano passae mea proelia gentes.
Who is the enemy before whom we are retreating? For shame! A feeble old man is putting our army to flight. Has my arm, I ask, waxed feeble for the first time in this battle, and are you discontented with me? Belus is the author of my line, and I am akin to Dido, the Tyrian queen; Hamilcar, most famous among warriors, was my sire; my brother is he whom neither mountains nor lakes, neither plains nor rivers, can withstand; mighty Carthage reckons me as second to Hannibal, and in the country of the Baetisc the tribes who have felt my arm in battle put me on a level with my brother.
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