cetera parce, precor, pelago, ne tollat acerba hoc Carthago decus, nullo superabile bello progenuisse caput, nostrosque in funera Poeni Aeneadas undis totoque eguisse profundo.
But now, I pray you, be merciful to the sea; or else cruel Carthage may boast that a son of hers proved invincible in war, and that the Aeneadae, my children, needed the sea and all its waves to put Hannibal to death.
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