hic modo primores socium, modo iussa deorum nunc sese increpitat: die o, cui Lydia caede creverunt stagna et concussa est Daunia tellus armorum tonitru, quas exanimatus in oras signa refers? qui mucro tuum, quae lancea tandem intravit pectus? si nunc existeret alma Carthago ante oculos, turrita celsa figura, quas abitus, miles, causas, illaese, dedisses? imbres, o patria, et mixtos cum grandine nimbo et tonitrus fugios.
Here he found fault, now with the captains of the host, now with the prohibition of the gods, and now with himself. You who raised the level of the Lydian lake with bloodshed'you who shook the land of Daunus with the thunder of your warfare,'whither are you now retreating, all courage lost? No sword-point, no lance has pierced your breast. If our mother Carthage were now to appear before you, her high head crowned with towers,c what excuse could you give, soldiers, for retreating with no wounds to show? Foul weather, rain and hail together, and thunder, drove us back, dear native land.
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