quos ut seponi stetit et secernere ab armis, affatur ductor: spes o Carthaginis altae, nate, nec Aeneadum levior metus, amplior, oro, sis patrio decore et factis tibi nomina condas, quis superes bellator avum; iamque aegra timoris Roma tuos numerat lacrimandos matribus annos.
When he had resolved to send off mother and child and remove them from the army, Hannibal addressed them thus: O my son, hope of high Carthage, and dread, no less, of the Aeneadae, may you, I pray, be more glorious than your father and make a name for yourself by works of war which shall surpass your grandsires. Rome, sick with fear, already reckons up your years'years that shall make mothers weep.
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