heu caecae mentes tumefactaque corda secundis! armatum Hannibalem poenae petit impia tellus! ne deposce, adero; dabitur tibi copia nostri ante expectatum, portisque focisque timebis, quae nunc externos defendis, Roma, penates.
Woe be to minds that cannot see, and to hearts puffed up with prosperity! The unrighteous landb demands Hannibal, sword in hand, for punishment. Without your asking, I shall come; you shall see enough of me before you expect me; and Rome, which is now protecting foreign households, shall tremble for her own gates and her own hearths.
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