Haec procul aeria speculantem nube sororem ut vidit divum genitor maestosque sub acri obtutu vultus, sic ore effatus amico est: qui te mentis edunt morsus? da noscere, coniux; num Poeni casus ducis et Carthaginis angit cura tuae? sed enim reputa tecum ipsa furores Sidonios.
Juno watched these things from a cloud in the distant sky, and the Father of the gods marked her eager gaze and sad countenance. Then he addressed her with friendly speech: What grief preys upon your heart? Tell your husband what it is. Is it the plight of Hannibal that torments you, and anxiety for your loved city of Carthage? Just consider in your own heart the madness of that people.
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