verum age, fare, decus nostrum, te quanta fatiget militia, heu, quotiens intrat mea pectora terror, cum repeto, quam saevus eas, ubi magna pericla contingunt tibi! per nostri, fortissime, leti obtestor causas, Martis moderare furori.
But make haste, glorious scion of our house, and tell how great is the burden of war you are now bearing. Alas, how often dread comes over me, when I remember your fiery onset in the face of great peril! I entreat you, my hero, bear in mind what brought us two to our deaths, and control your ardour in battle.
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