parva loquor: tecum gelidas comes illa per Arctos Sarmaticasque hiemes Histrumque et pallida Rheni frigora, tecum omnes animo durata per aestus, et, si castra darent, vellet gestare pharetras, vellet Amazonia latus intercludere pelta, dum te pulverea bellorum <in> nube videret Caesarei prope fulmen equi divinaque tela vibrantem et magnae sparsum sudoribus hastae.
I speak of little things. With you she would have traveled the frozen North and Sarmatias winters and Hister and the pale frosts of Rhine, with you steeled her courage through every heat, and, if the army allowed, even been fain to bear a quiver and shield her flank with Amazonian targe, so long as she might see you <in> the dust cloud of battles close to the thunderbolt that is Caesars horse, brandishing divine weapons and spattered with the sweat of his great spear.
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