an non sic Phrygius penetrat Lacedaemona pastor, Ledaeamque Helenam Troianas vexit ad urbes? quid tua sancta fides? quid cura antiqua tuorum et consanguineo totiens data dextera Turno? si gener externa petitur de gente Latinis, idque sedet, Faunique premunt te iussa parentis, omnem equidem sceptris terram quae libera nostris dissidet externam reor et sic dicere divos.
Or was it not thus that the Phrygian shepherd entered Lacedaemon and bore off Ledas Helen to Trojan towns? What of your solemn pledge? What of your old love for your own, and the hand so often pledged to Turnus, your kinsman? If a son-in-law of foreign stock is sought for Latins, and if that is fixed, and the commands of your sire Faunus weigh upon you, then I hold that every land, free and separate from our rule, is strange, and that such is the word of the gods.
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