Ut vero ventum in culmen, castrisque resedit Hannibalis, quos Roma, inquit, quos altius, oro, attollit muros, qui post haec moenia fratri victa meo stent incolumes? sit gloria dextrae felix tanta precor; neve usque ad sidera adisse invideat laevus nobis deus.
But, when he reached the summit and rested in Hannibals camp, How can Rome, he cried, build walls high enough to withstand my brother, when even these barriers could not keep him out? I pray that his noble achievement may be crowned with success, and that no unfriendly god may resent our approach to the sky.
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