Quasnam igitur terras, quem Caesaris ibis in orbem? Arctoosne amnes et Rheni fracta natabis flumina, an aestiferis Libyae sudabis in arvis? an iuga Pannoniae mutatoresque domorum Sauromatas quaties? an te septenus habebit Hister et umbroso circumflua coniuge Peuce? an Solymum cinerem palmetaque capta subibis non sibi felices silvas ponentis Idumes? quod si te magno tellus frenata parenti accipiat, quantum ferus exsultabit Araxes quanta Caledonios attollet gloria campos, cum tibi longaevus referet trucis incola terrae: hic suetus dare iura parens, hoc caespite turmas affari vitae speculas castellaque longe (aspicis?) ille dedit cinxitque haec moenia fossa;.
To what lands then shall you go, to which of Caesars worlds? Shall you swim Arctic rivers or Rhines shattered stream or sweat in the torrid fields of Libya? Or shall you shake Pannonias ridges and nomad Sarmatians? Or shall sevenfold Hister have you, and Peuce, surrounded by her spouses shady stream? Or shall you tread Solymas ashes and the captive palm groves of Idume? Not for herself does she plant her fruitful woods. But if a land your great parent governed shall receive you, how shall fierce Araxes rejoice, what glory exalt Caledonias plains! Then shall an aged denizen of that cruel land tell you: Here was your father wont to dispense justice, from this mound to harangue his squadrons. The watchtowers and forts (see you?) he set far and wide (?) and circled these walls with a ditch.
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