velati galeas lauro, propiusque iugales 375 formido ingentem vibrat succincta securim. Vidit ut optato se consule Roma potitam: “nunc” ait “Elysii lucos inrumpere campi, nunc libet, ut tanti Curiis miracula voti Fabriciisque feram, famae qui vulnere nuper 380 calcatam Severe togam: iam prata choreis pulsent nec rigidos pudeat lusisse Catones. audiat hoc senior Brutus Poenisque tremendi Scipiadae, geminis tandem quod libera damnis unius auxilio fasces Libyamque recepi. 385 quod superest unum precibus, fortissime consul, adde meis, urbique tuum largire parumper, quem rogat, adventum, quam tu belloque fameque depulsa terris iterum regnare dedisti. splendida suscipiant alium te rostra Camillum, 390 ultorem videant servatoremque Quirites et populus quem ductor ames: quibus Africa per te nec prius auditas Rhodanus iam donat aristas, ut mihi vel Massyla Ceres vel Gallica prosit fertilitas messesque vehat nunc umidus Auster, 395 nunc Aquilo, cunctis ditescant horrea ventis. “Quae tunc Flaminiam stipabunt milia vulgi! fallax o quotiens pulvis deludet amorem suspensum, veniens omni dum crederis hora! spectabunt cupidae matres, spargentur et omnes 400 flore viae, superet cum Pincia culmina consul * * * * * Page 31 barbarians, their helmets wreathed with laurel, while Panic, her robe upgirt, walks by the yoke-horses, brandishing a mighty battle-axe. When Rome saw herself possessed of the consul for whom she had prayed, “Now,” she said, “fain would I hasten to the fields and woods of Elysium to bear the news of this wondrous answer to our universal prayer to the Curii and Fabricii who have wept for the dignity of the consul’s toga so lately outraged. Let them now tread the meads in joyous dance and the austere Catos not blush to join their sport. Let the elder Brutus hear the news and the Scipios, terror of Carthage, learn that by one man’s help I have been rescued from a double danger and have recovered both Libya and the fasces. One thing only is left, and do thou, brave consul, add it to my prayers--bestow awhile that presence she entreats upon the city which thou hast rescued from war and famine, and restored to the overlordship of the world. Let our famous rostrum welcome a second Camillus and our citizens look upon their avenger and saviour, ay, and the common people whom thou, their leader, lovest, the people to whom Africa, because of thee, offers her harvests and the Rhone her crops till now unheard of, whereby Libyan fields and Gallic abundance are at my service and now the rainy south-wind and now the north wafts grain to my shores and my granaries are full whatever breeze may blow.