procul his a moenibus, oro, arcete, o superi, nostroque in Marte tenete fatiferae iuvenem dextrae! qua mole sonantes exigit ille trabes! et quantus crescit in armis! trans iuga Pyrenes, medium indignatus Hiberum, excivit Calpen et mersos Syrtis harenis molitur populos maioraque moenia quaerit.
I pray that Heaven may keep the deadly arm of that stripling far from these walls, and confine him to war against us. With what might he hurls the crashing beam! How his stature increases in battle! Scorning the limit of the Ebro, and crossing the range of the Pyrenees, he has roused up Calpeb and stirs up the peoples hidden in the sands of the Syrtis,c and has greater cities in his eye.
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