atque adeo, qui tanta superbo facta sonas ore et spumanti turbine perflas ignorantum aures, die, en, germanus in armis ille tuus par Gradivo, per saecula tellus cui similem numquam ductorem in bella creavit, moenia Romuleae cur nondum viderit urbis? scilicet e gremio matrum rapiamus in hostem nondum portandis habiles gravioribus armis? aeratas iussi texamus mille carinas, atque omnis Libyae quaeratur belua terris, ut longa imperia atque armatos proroget annos Hannibal et regnum trahat usque in tempora fati? vos vero'neque enim occulto circumdamur astu' ne dulces spoliate domos; castrisque potentum atque opibus sancite modum.
Or rather tell us, you who proclaim those great deeds so proudly and fill the ears of the ignorant with your frothy flood of words'tell us, why that brother of yours, that match for Mars in battle, the greatest general whom earth has ever borne, has never yet set eyes on the walls of Rome. Shall we, forsooth, snatch from their mothers laps boys who are not yet fit to carry heavy armour, and make them fight? Shall we, at his demand, build a thousand ships of war and ransack all Libya for elephants, in order that Hannibal may prolong his command and fight on for years and exercise a tyrants sway till the day of his death? But I appeal to you'for the trap is set in our sight'rob not your homes of your loved ones, but set a limit to the armies and the power of these potentates.
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