quanta per Ausonios populos torrentibus armis tempestas ruat et Latio suprema minetur, utque bibant Tyrium bis quinos saeva per annos Sicana nunc tellus, nunc litora Hibera cruorem, cui nescire licet? quin ergo tristia tandem considunt bella, et deponitis arma volentes? tu Libya, tu te Ausonia cohibere memento.
None can help knowing what a storm of furious warfare rages through Italy and threatens Rome with destruction; and how, for twice five years, first the cruel soil of Sicily and then the coasts of Spain have drunk Punic blood. Why should not the horrors of war cease at last? Why should you not agree to lay down your arms? Let each of you, Roman and African, be content to remain within his own country.
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