en perfecta mei promissa coniugis arte munera.ne mox aut Laurentis, nate, superbos aut acrem dubites in proelia poscere Turnum.
Behold the gifts perfected by my lords promised skill, so that you do not shrink, my child, from soon challenging the haughty Laurentines or brave Turnus to battle.
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