equidem saepe in agmine, cum vos paludes montesve et flumina fatigarent, fortissimi cuiusque voces audiebam: quando dabitur hostis, quando animus? veniunt, e latebris suis extrusi, et vota virtusque in aperto, omniaque prona victoribus atque eadem victis adversa.
Often on the march, when you were exhausted by swamp, mountain, and river, I overheard the exclamations of your bravest, When will the enemy be delivered into our hands? When will (they come)? They are coming: they have been dragged from their coverts; there is nothing now to bar your prayers and prowess. Victory! and the stream is with you. Defeat! and difficulties are everywhere.
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