olli permulcens genitor caput oscula libat attollitque animos hortando et talibus implet: Gens recidiva Phrygum Cadmeae stirpis alumnos foederibus non aequa premit; si fata negarint dedecus id patriae nostra depellere dextra, haec tua sit laus, nate, velis; age, concipe bella latura exitium Laurentibus; horreat ortus iam pubes Tyrrhena tuos, partusque recusent, te surgente, puer, Latiae producere matres.
His father stroked the boys head and kissed him; then he raised his courage by exhortation and thus inspired him: The restored race of Phrygians is oppressing with unjust treaties the people of Cadmean stock. If fate does not permit my right hand to avert this dishonour from our land, you, my son, must choose this as your field of fame. Be quick to swear a war that shall bring destruction to the Laurentines; let the Tuscan people already dread your birth; and when you, my son, arise, let Latian mothers refuse to rear their off spring.
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