nec degener ille sanguinis inque meos reptavit protinus arcus, tela puer lacrimis et prima voce poposcit: hunc mihi (quid trepidae noctes somnusque minantur?), hunc, precor, audaci qui nunc ad proelia voto heu nimium tibi fisus abit, da visere belli victorem, vel, si ampla peto, da visere tantum! hic sudet tuaque arma ferat.
nor was he unworthy of my blood, but straightway the boy crept onto my bow and with tears and first speech asked for weapons: him, I pray (what do my nights of fear, my slumbers, threaten?), him who now goes to war in daring hope, trusting (too much, alas!) to you, grant that I see him victorious in battle or, if I ask much, grant only that I see him. Here let him sweat and bear your arms.
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