haec fatus socios stimulat tumefactus ovantes: Pone graves curas tormentaque lenta sedendi, fatalis Latio miles: placavimus iras caelicolum; redeunt divi.
Thus he spoke, and then swollen with pride encouraged his triumphant comrades. Soldiers! messengers of death to Italy! Here is an end to heavy hearts and the lingering torture of inaction. We have appeased the anger of the gods, and they turn again to us.
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