summum quod credis et aequas Hannibalem superis, o quantum nomine maior iam Poeno tibi natus erit! vibrabat ab ore ignis atrox, animusque viri iam bella gerebat, cum senior, tanti pondus conaminis aegra iam dudum vix aure ferens, tremebundus ibidem sternitur et pedibus crebro pavida oscula figens: per si quid superest vitae, per iura parentis perque tuam nostra potiorem, nate, salutem, absiste inceptis, oro, ne sanguine cernam polluta hospitia ac tabo repleta cruento pocula et eversas pugnae certamine mensas.
You hold Hannibal to be the chief of men, and you rank him with the gods; how much more famous than the Carthaginian shall your son be soon! Fire flashed fiercely from his eyes, and in his thought he was already striking the blow. But his father, whose ears at once refused to hear a design of such dreadful import, fell trembling to the ground and in terror kissed his sons feet again and again. By what remains to me of life, by a fathers rights, and by your life, dearer to me than my own, I entreat you to abandon your purpose; let me not witness the hospitable board defiled with blood, the wine-cups filled with gore, and the tables overset in mortal conflict!
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